Classic Poem

Bright wer the mornen a-dimmen the moon,
Bright wer the vorenoon an' bright wer the noon,
Bright wer the road down the zunsheeny ridge,
Bright wer the water an' bright wer the bridge;
An' bright in the light wer two eyes in my zight
On the road that did wind up to Brenbury tow'r.
The eyes at my zide wer my Fanny's, my bride,
The day o' my wedden, my wedden's gaÿè hour:
Zoo if you ha' work in the church to meäke good,
Here's my bit o' zilver to buy stwone or wood.

There we took up our child when we bound en by vow
To his Seävior, a-mark'd wi' the cross on his brow,
While his little red feäce an' two hands wer in zight,
But the rest o'n a-hidden in long vwolds o' white;
An' wi' little blue eyes to the blue o' the skies
Wer a-looken up weakly, our child a fine bwoy,
That his mother'd a-call'd en, wi' noo neäme at all,
O her dear, an' her pretty, her hope, an' her joy:
Zoo if you do put the wold builden to rights,
I'll paÿè vor a stroke, you shall have my two mites.