'TWER where the zun did warm the lewth, shelter

An’ win’ did whiver in the sheäde, quiver

The sweet-aïr'd beäns were out in blooth, bloom

Down there 'ithin the elem gleäde;

A yollow-banded bee did come,

An’ softly-pitch, wi’ hushèn hum,

Upon a beän, an’ there did sip,

Upon a swaÿèn blossom's lip:

An’ there cried he, “Aye, I can zee,

This blossom's all a-zent vor me.”

A-jilted up an’ down, astride

Upon a lofty ho'se a-trot, horse

The meäster then come by wi’ pride,

To zee the beäns that he'd a-got;

An’ as he zot upon his ho'se, sat

The ho'se ageän did snort an’ toss

His high-ear'd head, an’ at the zight

Ov all the blossom, black an’ white:

“Ah! ah!” thought he, the seäme's the bee,

“Theäse beäns be all a-zent vor me.” these

Zoo let the worold's riches breed so

A strife o’ claïms, wi’ weak and strong,

Vor now what cause have I to heed

Who's in the right, or in the wrong;

Since there do come drough yonder hatch, through, wicket-gate

An’ bloom below the house's thatch,

The best o’ maïdens, an’ do own

That she is mine, an’ mine alwone:

Zoo I can zee that love do gi'e give

The best ov all good gifts to me.

Vor whose be all the crops an’ land

A-won an’ lost, an’ bought, an zwold

Or whose, a-roll'd vrom hand to hand,

The highest money that's a-twold? counted

Vrom man to man a passèn on,

'Tis here to-day, to-morrow gone.

But there's a blessèn high above

It all—a soul o’ stedvast love:

Zoo let it vlee, if God do gi'e so, fly, give

Sweet Jessie vor a gift to me.