An' when our house, wi' open door, Did rumble hollow round our heads, She heästen'd up to tother vloor, To zee the childern in their beds; An' vound woone little head awry, Wi' woone a-turn'd toward the sky; An' wrung her hands ageän her breast, A-smilèn at their happy rest.
Where the western zun, unclouded, Up above the grey hill-tops, Did sheen drough ashes, lofty sh'ouded On the turf bezide the copse, In zummer weather, We together, Sorrow-slightèn, work-vorgettèn. Gambol'd wi' the zun a-zetten.
There, by flow'ry bows o' bramble, Under hedge, in ash-tree sheädes, The dun-heaïr'd ho'se did slowly ramble On the grasses' dewy bleädes, Zet free o' lwoads, An' stwony rwoads, Vorgetvul o' the lashes frettèn, Grazèn wi' the zun a-zettèn.
There wer rooks a-beätèn by us Drough the aïr, in a vlock, An' there the lively blackbird, nigh us, On the meäple bough did rock, Wi' ringèn droat, Where zunlight smote The yollow boughs o' zunny hedges Over western hills' blue edges.
Waters, drough the meäds a-purlèn, Glissen'd in the evenèn's light, An' smoke, above the town a-curlèn, Melted slowly out o' zight; An' there, in glooms Ov unzunn'd rooms, To zome, wi' idle sorrows frettèn, Zuns did set avore their zettèn.
We were out in geämes and reäces, Loud a-laughèn, wild in me'th, Wi' windblown heäir, an' zunbrown'd feäces, Leäpen on the high-sky'd e'th, Avore the lights Wer tin'd o' nights, An' while the gossamer's light nettèn Sparkled to the zun a-zettèn.
Now the zunny aïr's a-blowèn Softly over flowers a-growèn; An' the sparklèn light do quiver On the ivy-bough an' river; Bleätèn lambs, wi' woolly feäces, Now do plaÿ, a-runnèn reäces; An' the springèn Lark's a-zingèn, Lik' a dot avore the cloud, High above the ashes sh'oud.
Housèn, in the open brightness, Now do sheen in spots o' whiteness; Here an' there, on upland ledges, In among the trees an' hedges, Where, along by vlocks o' sparrows, Chatt'rèn at the ploughman's harrows. Dousty rwoaded, Errand-lwoaded; Jenny, though her cloak is thin, Do wish en hwome upon the pin.
Zoo come along, noo longer heedvul Ov the viër, leätely needvul, Over grass o' slopèn leäzes, Zingèn zongs in zunny breezes; Out to work in copse, a-mootèn, Where the primrwose is a-shootèn, An in gladness, Free o' sadness, In the warmth o' Spring vorget Leafless winter's cwold an' wet.