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Wi’ plaÿsome ripples that do run
A-flashèn to the western zun,
Do shoot, at last, wi’ foamy shocks,
Athirt a ledge o’ craggy rocks,
A-castèn in his heästy flight,
Upon the stwones a robe o’ white;
An’ then ageän do goo an’ vall
Below a bridge’s archèd wall,
Where vo’k agwaïn athirt do pass
Vow’r little bwoys a-cast in brass;
An’ woone do hold an angler’s wand,
Wi’ steady hand, above the pond;
An’ woone, a-pweïntèn to the stream
His little vinger-tip, do seem
A-showèn to his playmeätes’ eyes,
Where he do zee the vishes rise;
An’ woone ageän, wi’ smilèn lips,
Do put a vish his han’ do clips
’Ithin a basket, loosely tied
About his shoulder at his zide:
An’ after that the fourth do stand
A-holdèn back his pretty hand
Behind his little ear, to drow
A stwone upon the stream below.
An’ then the housèn, that be all
Sich pretty hwomes, vrom big to small,
A-lookèn south, do cluster round
A zunny ledge o’ risèn ground,
Avore a wood, a-nestled warm,
In lewth ageän the northern storm,
Where smoke, a-wreathèn blue, do spread
Above the tuns o’ dusky red,
An’ window-peänes do glitter bright
Wi’ burnèn streams o’ zummer light,
Below the vine, a-traïn’d to hem
Their zides ’ithin his leafy stem,