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| O! MEÄRY, when the zun went down, | |
| Woone night in spring, w’ viry rim, | |
| Behind the nap wi’ woody crown, | |
| An’ left your smilèn feäce so dim; | |
| Your little sister there, inside, | 5 |
| Wi’ bellows on her little knee, | |
| Did blow the vire, a-glearèn wide | |
| Drough window-peänes, that I could zee,— | |
| As you did stan’ wi’ me, avore | |
| The house, a-peärten,—woone smile mwore. | 10 |
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| The chatt’rèn birds, a-risèn high, | |
| An’ zinkèn low, did swiftly vlee | |
| Vrom shrinkèn moss, a-growèn dry, | |
| Upon the leänèn apple tree. | |
| An’ there the dog, a-whippèn wide | 15 |
| His heäiry taïl, an’ comèn near, | |
| Did fondly lay ageän you zide | |
| His coal-black nose an’ russet ear: | |
| To win what I ’d a-won avore, | |
| Vrom your gay; feäce, his woone smile mwore. | 20 |
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| An’ while your mother bustled sprack, | |
| A-gettèn supper out in hall, | |
| An’ cast her sheäde, a-whiv’rèn black | |
| Avore the vire, upon the wall; | |
| Your brother come, wi’ easy peäce, | 25 |
| In drough the slammèn geäte, along | |
| The path, wi’ healthy-bloomèn feäce, | |
| A-whis’lèn shrill his last new zong: | |
| An’ when he come avore the door, | |
| He met vrom you his woone smile mwore. | 30 |
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| Now you that wer the daughter there, | |
| Be mother on a husband’s vloor, | |
| An’ mid ye meet wi’ less o’ ceäre | |
| Than what your heärty mother bore; | |
| An’ if abroad I have to rue | 35 |
| The bitter tongue, or wrongvul deed, | |
| Mid I come hwome to sheäre wi’ you | |
| What ’s needvul free o’ pinchèn need: | |
| An’ vind that you ha’ still in store | |
| My evenèn meal, an’ woone smile mwore. | 40 |
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