An' zoo, if you should ever vind My kindness seem to grow less kind, An' if upon my clouded feäce My smile should yield a frown its pleäce, Then, Jenny, only laugh an' call My mind 'ithin the geärden wall, Where we did plaÿ at even-fall, Below the linden on the lawn.
Though ice do hang upon the willows Out bezide the vrozen brook, An' storms do roar above our pillows, Drough the night, 'ithin our nook; Our evenèn he'th's a-glowèn warm, Drough wringèn vrost, an' roarèn storm, Though winds mid meäke the wold beams sheäke, In our abode in Arby Wood.
An' there, though we mid hear the timber Creake avore the windy raïn; An' climèn ivy quiver, limber, Up ageän the window peäne; Our merry vaïces then do sound, In rollèn glee, or dree-vaïce round; Though wind mid roar, 'ithout the door, Ov our abode in Arby Wood.
Ah! there's a house that I do know Besouth o' yonder trees, Where northern winds can hardly blow But in a softest breeze. An' there woonce sounded zongs an' teäles Vrom vaïce o' maïd or youth, An' sweeter than the nightèngeäle's Above the copses lewth.
How swiftly there did run the brooks, How swift wer winds in flight, How swiftly to their roost the rooks Did vlee o'er head at night. Though slow did seem to us the peäce O' comèn days a-head, That now do seem as in a reäce Wi' aïr-birds to ha' vled.
'Tis zome vo'ks jaÿ to teäke the road, An' goo abro'd, a-wand'rèn wide, Vrom shere to shere, vrom pleäce to pleäce, The swiftest peäce that vo'k can ride. But I've a jaÿ 'ithin the door, Wi' friends avore the vier-zide.
An' zoo, when winter skies do lour, An' when the Stour's a-rollèn wide, Drough bridge-voot raïls, a-païnted white, To be at night the traveller's guide, Gi'e me a pleäce that's warm an' dry, A-zittèn nigh my vier-zide.
Vor where do love o' kith an' kin, At vu'st begin, or grow an' wride, Till souls a-lov'd so young, be wold, Though never cwold, drough time nor tide But where in me'th their gather'd veet Do often meet--the vier-zide.
If, when a friend ha' left the land, I shook his hand a-most wet-eyed, I velt too well the ob'nèn door Would leäd noo mwore where he did bide An' where I heärd his vaïces sound, In me'th around the vier-zide.
As I've a-zeed how vast do vall The mwold'rèn hall, the wold vo'ks pride, Where merry hearts wer woonce a-ved Wi' daily bread, why I've a-sigh'd, To zee the wall so green wi' mwold, An' vind so cwold the vier-zide.