Classic Poem

'Twer there in zummer in the drove
Where I an' vo'k a-lost did rove,
Down where the gravel-bedded brook,
A-sheäded by the hangen boughs,
Did trickle roun' the quiet nook,
Or lie in pools vor thirsty cows.

An' there be still the stwones we trod
As we did cross the stream dry-shod,
An' here be leaves, a-lyen dead,
About the lofty elem tree
That then did quiver over head,
All plaÿvully alive as we.

While now by moonlight night-winds keen
Do sheäke the ivy, ever green,
By theäse wold wall, an' kexes dry
Do rattle by the leafless thorn,
I still can fancy vo'k be by
That be a-gone and I'm vorlorn.