Classic Poem

The evening was lovely and littered wi dew
The points o' the thistle was knibbed wi a pearl
When I went i' the gloaming where bindweed bells grew
And talked to young Dinah a beautiful girl
O' bright were the ringlets adown her cheek glowing
And bright were her eyes as the dibbles o dew
That knobs all the spears o' the thistle flowers blowing
While hesperus shone like a lamp i' the blue

O' down i' the e'ening O' moon lighted gloaming
Among the big thistles so blooming and sweet
I the wild flowers and rush beds were both o' us roaming
While the stars shone above us like the Lamps i' the street
I' the hollow old Ash tree the Owl hooted loud
And whewed down the hedge like a spirit i' white
The Moon for a moment popt under a cloud
And I kissed her soft cheek like a joy out o sight

The restharrow trailed like small flowers o' the pea
And the dandy brow daisy like buttoned to green
On the thistle flower stone dead asleep was the bee
That cocked up his legs when our finger was near
The moon lay like candle light on the thorn leaves
The dew glittered pearls on the bents where they hing
And O' her white bosom delightfully heaves