Come here an' zit a while below
Theaese tower, grey and ivy-bound,
In sheaede, the while the zun do glow
So hot upon the flow'ry ground;
An' winds in flight,
Do briskly smite
The blossoms bright, upon the gleaede,
But never stir the sleepen sheaede.
As when you stood upon the brink
O' yonder brook, wi' back-zunn'd head,
Your zunny-grounded sheaede did zink
Upon the water's grav'lly bed,
Where weaeves could zweep
Away, or keep,
The gravel heap that they'd a-meaede,
But never wash away the sheaede.
An' zoo, when you can woonce vulvil
What's feaeir, a-tried by heaven's light,
Why never fear that evil will
Can meaeke a wrong o' your good right.
The right wull stand,
Vor all man's hand,
Till streams on zand, an' wind in gleaedes,
Can zweep away the zuncast sheaedes.