Classic Poem

I heärd, at a house where I did call,
A mother an' daughter's vaices ring,
In tuens vor two, that they did zing,
Strain upon strain, an' vall by vall.

The mother wer comely, though a-staid,
The daughter wer young, but woman-tall,
As vo'k do come on, to big vrom small,
Maid upon child, an' wife vrom maid.

An' oh! when the mother, in the train
O' years, mid ha' left her maid alwone,
Wi' noo fellow vaice to match her own,
Ditty by ditty, strain by strain,

Mid time have a-shown the way to bring
Her vaice to be mine; wi' me to staÿè,
While softly my life mid wear awaÿè,
Zummer by zummer, spring by spring.