Classic Poem

Now the zunny aïr's a-blowen
Softly over flowers a-growen;
An' the sparklen light do quiver
On the ivy-bough an' river;
Bleäten lambs, wi' woolly feäces,
Now do plaÿ, a-runnen reäces;
An' the springen
Lark's a-zingen,
Lik' a dot avore the cloud,
High above the ashes' sh'oud.

Housen, in the open brightness,
Now do sheen in spots o' whiteness;
Here an' there, on upland ledges,
In among the trees an' hedges,
Where, along by vlocks o' sparrows,
Chatt'ren at the ploughman's harrows,
Dousty rwoaded,
Errand-lwoaded,
Jenny, though her cloak is thin,
Do wish en hwome upon the pin.

Zoo come along, noo longer heedvul
Ov the vier, leätely needvul,
Over grass o' slopen leäzes,
Zingen zongs in zunny breezes;
Out to work in copse, a-mooten,
Where the primrwose is a-shooten,
An' in gladness,
Free o' sadness,
In the warmth o' Spring vorget
Leafless winter's cwold an' wet.