Classic Poem

An' John, that by day is down in mill,
As soon as the night's a-come,
Do goo vrom his gear a-stannen still,
In hwome, all white at the night.

An' Jenny mid wear her white, as out
To town she do teäke her road
By day; but at dusk noo mwore's about
Abroad, in white in the night.

Vor though at the brook the bridge is strong,
An' white as he white can be—
That vo'k in the dark mid not goo wrong,
But zee his white in the night;

An' moonlight is ev'rywhere a-shed
Abroad, upon geäte an' wall,
An' down on the road that veet do tread
Do vall so white in the night;

Yet Jenny at dusk is fearvul now,
Since once, in the meäd alwone,
She took vor a ghost a sheeted cow,
A-shown in white in the night.

O, Jenny! the while the moon do gleam,
I wish you could come an' roam
Wi' me, to behold the vallèn stream
In foam, so white in the night.

Vor feäirer than all the hues o' day,
Or grass, or the sky o' blue,
Or blossoms o' spring, a-sheenen gaÿ
Be you in white in the night.