Mid zuch a zight,
In that soft light
Be jaÿ or païn, be païn or jaÿ.
If I should zee among em all,
In merry youth, a-glidèn by,
My son’s bwold son, a-grown man-tall,
Or daughter’s daughter, woman-high;
An’ she mid smile wi’ your good feäce,
Or she mid walk your comely peäce,
But seem, although a-chattèn loud,
So dumb’s a cloud, in that bright pleäce:
Would youth so feäir,
A-passèn there,
Be jaÿ or païn, be païn or jaÿ.
’Tis seldom strangth or comeliness
Do leäve us long. The house do show
Men’s sons wi’ mwore, as they ha’ less,
An’ daughters brisk, vor mothers slow.
A dawn do clear the night’s dim sky,
Woone star do zink, an’ woone goo high,
An’ livèn gifts o’ youth do vall,
Vrom girt to small, but never die:
An’ should I view,
What God mid do,
Wi’ jaÿ or païn, wi’ païn or jaÿ?
THE RWOSE IN THE DARK.
In zummer, leäte at evenèn tide,
I zot to spend a moonless hour
’Ithin the window, wi’ the zide
A-bound wi’ rwoses out in flow’r,
Bezide the bow’r, vorsook o’ birds,
An’ listen’d to my true-love’s words.
