An’ mildly twold his neäme and pleäce
Avore the feäce o’ Fanny Deäne.
He twold her that he had on hand
Zome business on his father’s zide,
But what she didden understand;
An’ zoo she ax’d en if he’d ride
Out where her father mid be vound,
Bezide the plow, in Cowslip Ground;
An’ there he went, but left his mind
Back there behind, wi’ Fanny Deäne.
An’ oh! his hwomeward road wer gaÿ
In aïr a-blowèn, whiff by whiff,
While sheenèn water-weäves did plaÿ
An’ boughs did swaÿ above the cliff;
Vor Time had now a-show’d en dim
The jaÿ it had in store vor him;
An’ when he went thik road ageän
His errand then wer Fanny Deäne.
How strangely things be brought about
By Providence, noo tongue can tell,
She minded house, when vo’k wer out,
An’ zoo mus’ bid the house farewell;
The bees mid hum, the clock mid call
The lwonesome hours ’ithin the hall,
But in behind the woaken door,
There’s now noo mwore a Fanny Deäne.
THE LOVELY MAÏD OV ELWELL MEÄD.
A maïd wi’ many gifts o’ greäce,
