Classic Poem

Well, to-day Jeäne is my set time vor to goo
To the grist-mill out at Sherbrook under Bere,
Wi' my spring-cart out in cart-house, vier new,
An' zome grist corn, to come hwomeward wi' en leer.
Zoo's the whole day will be dry,
By the readship o' the sky,
Come to meet me, wi' the childern, on the road.

Vor the zunsheen vrom the blue sky's hollow height
Is a-sparklen on the stream-weäve an' the zedge,
An' the orchard is a broadsheet o' the white
O' new tree-blooth over blossom in the hedge:
Zoo when clock-bells do ring vour,
Let em warn ye out o' door,
Come an' meet me, wi' the childern, on the road.

You can saunter, if I'm leätish by the clock,
To some greygles vor the childern on the ridge,
Or can loiter in the tree-lewth, on the rock
Where the stream-foam is a-shot down by the bridge;
The while Joe's line an' his hook
Mid catch minnows in the brook,
Out to meet me, wi' his sister, on the road.

If you'll dawdle a vew vurlongs on ahead,
You'll be welcome at the Welldon's, on the knap,
Where the cowslips be so clwose grown in a bed
That our Poll's hands will ha' soon vill'd up her lap,
Vor a tosty up so big
As her small head's curly wig,
Out to meet me, wi' her brother, on the road.

At the time, then, I've a-twold ye, you mid hear
My two wheel rims come a-spinnen on the road,
An' the spring cart wi' the seat up shall be leer
To teäke you, Jeäne, an' the childern vor his lwoad.
Zoo come out, then, to the zun
Wi' the youngsters vor a run,
Come an' meet me, wi' the childern, on the road.