I took a flight, awhile agoo,
Along the rails, a stage or two,
An' while the heavy wheels did spin
An' rottle, wi' a deafnen din,
In clouds o' steam, the zweepen train
Did shoot along the hill-bound plain,
As sheaedes o' birds in flight, do pass
Below em on the zunny grass.
An' as I zot, an' look'd abrode
On leaenen land an' winden road,
The ground a-spread along our flight
Did vlee behind us out o' zight;
The while the zun, our heav'nly guide,
Did ride on wi' us, zide by zide.
An' zoo, while time, vrom stage to stage,
Do car us on vrom youth to age,
The e'thly pleasures we do vind
Be soon a-met, an' left behind;
But God, beholden vrom above
Our lowly road, wi' yearnen love,
Do keep bezide us, stage by stage,
Vrom be'th to youth, vrom youth to age.