Classic Poem

O spread agen your leaves an' flow'rs,
——Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands!
Here undernëath the dewy show'rs
——O warm-âir'd springtime, zunny woodlands.
As when, in drong ar oben groun',
Wi' happy buoyish heart I voun'
The twitt'ren birds a' builden roun'
——Your high-bough'd hedges, zunny woodlands.

Ya gie'd me life, ya gie'd me jày,
——Luonesome woodlands, zunny woodlands;
Ya gie'd me health as in my plây
——I rambled droo ye, zunny woodlands.
Ya gie'd me freedom var to rove
In âiry meäd, ar shiady grove;
Ya gie'd me smilen Fanny's love,
——The best of al o't, zunny woodlands.

My vust shrill skylark whiver'd high,
——Luonesome woodlands, zunny woodlands,
To zing below your deep-blue sky
——An' white spring-clouds, O zunny woodlands,
An' boughs o' trees that oonce stood here,
Wer glossy green the happy year
That gie'd me oon I lov'd so dear
——An' now ha lost, O zunny woodlands.

O let me rove agen unspied,
——Luonesome woodlands, zunny woodlands,
Along your green-bough'd hedges' zide,
——As then I rambled, zunny woodlands.
An' wher the missèn trees oonce stood,
Ar tongues oonce rung among the wood,
My memory shal miake mdash good,
——Though you've a-lost mdash, zunny woodlands.