As I at work do look aroun’

Upon the groun’ I have in view,

To yonder hills that still do rise

Avore the skies, wi’ backs o’ blue;

'Ithin the ridges that do vall

An’ rise roun’ Blackmwore lik’ a wall,

'Tis yonder knap do teäke my zight hillock

Vrom dawn till night, the mwost ov all.

An’ there, in Maÿ, 'ithin the lewth shelter

O’ boughs in blooth, be sheädy walks, bloom

An’ cowslips up in yollow beds

Do hang their heads on downy stalks;

An’ if the weather should be feäir

When I've a holiday to speäre,

I'll teäke the chance o’ gettèn drough through

An hour or two wi’ zome vo'k there. folk

An’ there I now can dimly zee

The elem-tree upon the mound,

An’ there meäke out the high-bough'd grove

An’ narrow drove by Redcliff ground;

An’ there by trees a-risèn tall,

The glowèn zunlight now do vall,

Wi’ shortest sheädes o’ middle day, shadows

Upon the gray wold house's wall. old

An’ I can zee avore the sky

A-risèn high the churches speer, spire

Wi’ bells that I do goo to swing,

An’ like to ring, an’ like to hear;

An’ if I've luck upon my zide,

They bells shall sound bwoth loud an’ wide,

A peal above they slopes o’ gray,

Zome merry day wi’ Jeäne a bride.