As I do zew, wi' nimble hand,
In here avore the window's light,
How still do all the housegear stand
Around my lwonesome zight.
How still do all the housegear stand
Since Willie now 've a-left the land.
The rwose-tree's window-sheaeden bow
Do hang in leaf, an' win'-blow'd flow'rs,
Avore my lwonesome eyes do show
Theaese bright November hours.
Avore my lwonesome eyes do show
Wi' nwone but I to zee em blow.
The sheaedes o' leafy buds, avore
The peaenes, do sheaeke upon the glass,
An' stir in light upon the vloor,
Where now vew veet do pass,
An' stir in light upon the vloor,
Where there's a-stirren nothen mwore.
This win' mid dreve upon the main,
My brother's ship, a-plowen foam,
But not bring mother, cwold, nor rain,
At her now happy hwome.
But not bring mother, cwold, nor rain,
Where she is out o' pain.
Zoo now that I'm a-mwopen dumb,
A-keepen father's house, do you
Come of'en wi' your work vrom hwome,
Vor company. Now do.
Come of'en wi' your work vrom hwome,
Up here a-while. Do come.