Classic Poem

The zun can zink, the stars mid rise,
An' woods be green to sheenen skies;
The cock mid crow to mornen light,
An' workvo'k zing to vallen night;
The birds mid whissle on the spraÿè,
An' childern leäp in merry plaÿè,
But our's is now a lifeless pleäce,
Vor we've a-lost a smilen feäce —
Young Meäry Meäd o' merry mood,
Vor she's a-woo'd an' wedded.

The dog that woonce wer glad to bear
Her fondlen vingers down his heäir,
Do leän his head ageän the vloor,
To watch, wi' heavy eyes, the door;
An' men she zent so happy hwome
O' Zadurdays, do seem to come
To door, wi' downcast hearts, to miss
Wi' smiles below the clematis,
Young Meäry Meäd o' merry mood,
Vor she's a-woo'd an' wedded.

When they do draw the evenen blind,
An' when the evenen light's a-tin'd,
The cheerless vier do drow a gleäre
O' light ageän her empty chair;
An' wordless gaps do now meäke thin
Their talk where woonce her vaice come in.
Zoo lwonesome is her empty pleäce,
An' blest the house that ha' the feäce
O' Meäry Meäd, o' merry mood,
Now she's a-woo'd and wedded.

The day she left her father's he'th,
Though sad, wer kept a day o' me'th,
An' dry-wheel'd waggons' empty beds
Wer left 'ithin the tree-screen'd sheds;
An' all the hosses, at their eäse,
Went snorten up the flow'ry leäse,
But woone, the smartest for the roäd,
That pull'd away the dearest lwoad —
Young Meäry Meäd o' merry mood,
That wer a-woo'd an' wedded.