A Wish a-Come True

My longen will, a-wand'ren wide
Beyond the goods I had,
Did hang on other gifts, that pride
Mid turn vrom good to bad.
An' in my dream I still did hope
Vor theäse green slope, where now the stream
Do gi'e an' teäke, wi' ramblen flight,
My tonguey land o' left an' right,
By dippen downs, at dawn o' day,
An' dewy dells, when day do die.

An' now I have the trees to swaÿ,
Where western wind do roar
Ageän their bowen heads, to plaÿ
The softer roun' my door,
As they do pass an' cheäce the flight
O' runnen light on sheäded grass,
An' zweep along the sheäkèn zedge,
An' russle by the dead-leav'd hedge,
By mornen meäd, or midday mound,
Or mellow midnight's mounted moon.

An' there my cows, wi' wide-horn'd head,
Do stalk, a-waggen slow,
An' two be dun, an' two be red,
A-cappled white as snow;
An' there vull wide o' back's my meäre,
Vor zome long peäir o' lags to stride,
A cunnen jeäde, that now would vind
Out of all my roads if I wer blind,
By winden ways, a-wandren wide,
Or wilder weäste, or wind-blown wood.

An' when my work do bring me all
Its well-eärn'd zilver cwein,
An' I've a-païd each hand his call,
Vor lawful paÿ vrom mine,
I still can speäre enough to grant
My wife a jaunt, wi' weather feäir,
Or buy my bwoy a wooden hoss,
Or gi'e my maïd a doll to toss,
Wi' little limbs a-loppen loose,
To lie a-leänen low in lap.
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