I’ll think how in the rushy leäze
O’ zunny evenèns jis’ lik’ theäse,
In happy times I us’d to zee
Thy comely sheäpe about the tree,
Wi’ païl a-held avore thy knee;
An’ lissen’d to thy merry zong
That at a distance come along,
Sweet music in the wind!
An’ when wi’ me you walk’d about
O’ Zundays, after church wer out.
Wi’ hangèn eärm an’ modest look;
Or zittèn in some woody nook
We lissen’d to the leaves that shook
Upon the poplars straïght an’ tall,
Or rottle o’ the watervall,
Sweet music in the wind!
An’ when the plaÿvul aïr do vlee,
O’ moonlight nights, vrom tree to tree,
Or whirl upon the sheäkèn grass,
Or rottle at my window glass:
Do seem,—as I do hear it pass,—
As if thy vaïce did come to tell
Me where thy happy soul do dwell,
Sweet music in the wind!
UNCLE AN’ AUNT.
How happy uncle us’d to be
O’ zummer time, when aunt an’ he
O’ Zunday evenèns, eärm in eärm,
Did walk about their tiny farm,
While birds did zing an’ gnats did zwarm,
Drough grass a’most above their knees,
An’ roun’ by hedges an’ by trees
Wi’ leafy boughs a-swaÿèn.
