I born in town! oh no, my dawn
O' life broke here beside theaese lawn;
Not where pent air do roll along,
In darkness drough the wall-bound drong,
An' never bring the goo-coo's zong,
Nor sweets o' blossoms in the hedge,
Or benden rush, or sheenen zedge,
Or sounds o' flowen water.
The air that I've a-breath'd did sheaeke
The draps o' rain upon the breaeke,
An' bear aloft the swingen lark,
An' huffle roun' the elem's bark,
In boughy grove, an' woody park,
An' brought us down the dewy dells,
The high-wound zongs o' nightingeaeles.
An' sounds o' flowen water.
An' when the zun, wi' vi'ry rim,
'S a-zinken low, an' wearen dim,
Here I, a-most too tired to stand,
Do leaeve my work that's under hand
In pathless wood or oben land,
To rest 'ithin my thatchen oves,
Wi' ruslen win's in leafy groves,
An' sounds o' flowen water.