Vor I vu’st lov’d thee when thy light
Young sheäpe vu’st grew to woman’s height;
I loved thee near, an’ out o’ zight,
An’ I do love thee now, Jeäne.
An’ we’ve a-trod the sheenèn bleäde
Ov eegrass in the zummer sheäde,
An’ when the leäves begun to feäde
Wi’ zummer in the weäne, Jeäne;
An’ we’ve a-wander’d drough the groun’
O’ swaÿèn wheat a-turnèn brown,
An’ we’ve a-stroll’d together roun’
The brook an’ drough the leäne, Jeäne.
An’ nwone but I can ever tell
Ov all thy tears that have a-vell
When trials meäde thy bosom zwell,
An’ nwone but thou o’ mine, Jeäne;
An’ now my heart, that heav’d wi’ pride
Back then to have thee at my zide,
Do love thee mwore as years do slide,
An’ leäve them times behine, Jeäne.
THE DREE WOAKS.
By the brow o’ thik hangèn I spent all my youth,
In the house that did peep out between
The dree woaks, that in winter avworded their lewth,
An’ in zummer their sheäde to the green;
An’ there, as in zummer we plaÿ’d at our geämes,
We ēach own’d a tree,
Vor we wer but dree,
An’ zoo the dree woaks wer a-call’d by our neämes.
