But when, upon our weddèn night,
The cart’s light wheels, a-rollèn round,
Brought Jenny hwome, they run too light
To mark the yieldèn ground;
Or welcome would be vound a peäir
O’ green-vill’d routs a-runnèn there.
Zoo let me never bring ’ithin
My dwellèn what’s a-won by wrong,
An’ can’t come in ’ithout a sin;
Vor only zee how long
The waggon marks in drong, did show
Wi’ leaves, wi’ grass, wi’ groun’ wi’ snow.
NANNY’S NEW ABODE.
Now day by day, at lofty height,
O zummer noons, the burnèn zun
’Ve a-show’d avore our eastward zight,
The sky-blue zide ov Hameldon,
An’ shone ageän, on new-mow’d ground,
Wi’ haÿ a-piled up grey in pook,
An’ down on leäzes, bennet-brown’d,
An’ wheat a-vell avore the hook;
Till, under elems tall,
The leaves do lie on leänèn lands,
In leäter light o’ Fall.
An’ last year, we did zee the red
O’ dawn vrom Ash-knap’s thatchen oves,
An’ walk on crumpled leaves a-laid
In grassy rook-trees’ timber’d groves,
Now, here, the cooler days do shrink
To vewer hours o’ zunny sky,
While zedge, a-weävèn by the brink
O’ shallow brooks, do slowly die.
