We Zot Bezide The Leafy Wall, Upon The Bench At Evenfall, While Aunt Led Off Our Minds Wrom Ceare Wi' Veairy Teales, I Can't Tell Where, An' Vound Us Woone Among Her Stock O' Feables, O' The Gert Year-Clock. His Feace Wer Blue'S The Zummer Skies, An' Wide'S The Zight O'Looken Eyes, For Hands, A Zun Wi' Glowen Feace, An' Pealer Moon Wi' Swifter Peace, Did Wheel By Stars O' Twinklen Light, By Bright-Wall'D Day, An' Dark-Treed Night; An' Down Upon The High-Sky'D Land, A'reachen Wide, On Either Hand, Wer Hill An' Dell, Wi' Win'-Sway'D Trees, An' Lights A'Zweepen Over Seas, An' Gleamen Cliffs, An' Bright-Wall'D Tow'Rs, Wi' Sheades A-Marken On The Hours; An' As The Feace, A-Rollen Round, Brought Comely Sheapes Along The Ground, The Spring Did Come In Winsome Steate Below A Glowen Rainbow Geate; An' Fan Wi' Air A-Blowen Weak, Her Glossy Heair, An' Rwosy Cheak, As She Did Shed Vrom Open Hand, The Leapen Zeed On Vurrow'D Land; The While The Rook, Wi' Heasty Flight, A-Floaten In The Glowen Light, Did Bear Avore Her Glossy Breast A Stick To Build Her Lofty Nest, An' Strong-Limbed Tweil, Wi' Steady Hands, Did Guide Along The Vallow Lands The Heavy Zull, Wi' Bright-Shear'D Beam, Avore The Weary Oxen-Team. Wi' Spring A-Gone There Come Behind Sweet Zummer, Jay On Ev'Ry Mind, Wi' Feace A-Beamen To Beguile Our Weary Souls Ov Ev'Ry Tweil, While Birds Did Warble In The Dell, In Softest Air O' Sweetest Smell; An' She, So Winsome-Feair Did Vwold Her Comely Limbs In Green An' Goold, An' Wear A Rwosy Wreath, Wi' Studs O' Berries Green, An' New-Born Buds, A-Fring'D In Colours Vier-Bright, Wi' Sheapes O'Buttervlies In Flight. When Summer Went, The Next Ov All Did Come The Sheape O' Brown-Feac'D Fall, A-Smile In A Comely Gown O'Green, A-Shot Wi' Yollow-Brown, A-Border'D Wi' A Goolden Stripe O'Fringe, A-Meade O' Corn-Ears Ripe, An' Up Agean Her Comely Zide, Upon Her Rounded Earm, Did Ride A Pretty Basket, All A-Twin'D O' Slender Stems Wi' Leaves An' Rind, A-Vill'D Wi' Fruit The Trees Did Shed, All Ripe, In Purple, Goold An' Red; An' Busy Leabor There Did Come A-Zingen Zongs Ov Harvest Hwome, An' Red-Ear'D Dogs Did Briskly Run Roun' Cheervul Leisure, Wi' His Gun, Or Stan' An' Mark, Wi' Stedvast Zight, The Speckled Pa'Tridge Rise In Flight. An' Next Agean To Mild-Feac'D Fall Did Come Peale Winter, Last Ov All, A-Benden Down, In Thoughtvul Mood, Her Head 'Ithin A Snow-White Hood, A-Deck'D Wi' Icy-Jewels Bright, An' Cwold As Twinklen Stars O' Night; An' There Were Weary Leabor, Slack O' Veet To Keep Her Vrozen Track, A-Looken Off, Wi' Wistful Eyes, To Reefs O'Smoke, That There Did Rise A-Melten To The Peale-Feac'D Zun, Above The Houses' Lofty Tun. An' There The Gert Year-Clock Did Goo By Day An' Night, Vor Ever True, Wi' Mighty Wheels A-Rollen Round 'Ithout A Beat, 'Ithout A Sound.