Woone smile mwore

Summary

O! MEÄRY, when the zun went down,

Woone night in Spring, wi’ vi'ry rim, fiery

Behind thik nap wi’ woody crown, that hillock

An’ left your smilèn feäce so dim;

Your little sister there, inside,

Wi’ bellows on her little knee,

Did blow the vier, a-glearèn wide fire

Drough window-peänes, that I could zee,— through

As you did stan’ wi’ me, avore

The house, a-peärten,—woone smile mwore.

The chatt‘rèn birds, a-risèn high,

An’ zinkèn low, did swiftly vlee fly

Vrom shrinkèn moss, a-growèn dry,

Upon the leänèn apple tree.

An’ there the dog, a-whippèn wide

His heäiry taïl, an’ comèn near,

Did fondly lay ageän your zide

His coal-black nose an’ russet ear:

To win what I’ d a-won avore,

Vrom your gaÿ feäce, his woone smile mwore.

An’ while your mother bustled sprack, briskly

A-gettèn supper out in hall,

An’ cast her sheäde, a-whiv‘rèn black shadow, quivering

Avore the vier, upon the wall;

Your brother come, wi’ easy peäce,

In drough the slammèn geäte, along through

The path, wi’ healthy-bloomèn feäce,

A-whis'lèn shrill his last new zong; tunefully

An’ when he come avore the door,

He met vrom you his woone smile mwore.

Now you that wer the daughter there,

Be mother on a husband's vloor,

An’ mid ye meet wi’ less o’ ceäre may

Than what your hearty mother bore;

An’ if abroad I have to rue

The bitter tongue, or wrongvul deed,

Mid I come hwome to sheäre wi’ you share

What 's needvul free o’ pinchèn need:

An’ vind that you ha’ still in store,

My evenèn meal, an’ woone smile mwore.