Ah! there's a house that I do know
Besouth o' yonder trees,
Where northern winds can hardly blow
But in a softest breeze.
An' there woonce sounded zongs an' teaeles
Vrom vaice o' maid or youth,
An' sweeter than the nightengeaele's
Above the copses lewth.
How swiftly there did run the brooks,
How swift wer winds in flight,
How swiftly to their roost the rooks
Did vlee o'er head at night.
Though slow did seem to us the peaece
O' comen days a-head,
That now do seem as in a reaece
Wi' air-birds to ha' vled.