THE NEW HOUSE A-GETTÈN WOLD.
Ah! when our wedded life begun,
Theäse clean-wall’d house of ours wer new;
Wi’ thatch as yollor as the zun
Avore the cloudless sky o’ blue;
The sky o’ blue that then did bound
The blue-hilled worold’s flow’ry ground.
An’ we’ve a-vound it weather-brown’d,
As Spring-tide blossoms oben’d white,
Or Fall did shed, on zunburnt ground,
Red apples from their leafy height:
Their leafy height, that Winter soon
Left leafless to the cool-feäced moon.
An’ raïn-bred moss ha’ stain’d wi’ green
The smooth-feäced wall’s white-morter’d streaks,
The while our childern zot between
Our seats avore the fleäme’s red peaks:
The fleäme’s red peaks, till axan white
Did quench em vor the long-sleep’d night
The bloom that woonce did overspread
Your rounded cheäk, as time went by,
A-shrinkèn to a patch o’ red,
Did feäde so soft’s the evenèn sky:
The evenèn sky, my faithful wife,
O’ days as feäir’s our happy life.
ZUNDAY.
In zummer, when the sheädes do creep
Below the Zunday steeple, round
The mossy stwones, that love cut deep
Wi’ neämes that tongues noo mwore do sound,
