NO! Jenny, there's noo pleäce to charm

My mind lik’ yours at Woakland farm,

A-peärted vrom the busy town, separated

By longsome miles ov aïry down,

Where woonce the meshy wall did gird once, mossy

Your flow'ry geärden, an’ the bird

Did zing in zummer wind that stirr'd

The spreädèn linden on the lawn.

An’ now ov all the trees wi’ sheädes shadows

A-wheelèn round in Blackmwore gleädes,

There's noo tall poplar by the brook,

Nor elem that do rock the rook,

Nor ash upon the shelvèn ledge, sloping

Nor low-bough'd woak bezide the hedge, oak

Nor withy up above the zedge, willow

So dear's thik linden on the lawn. that

Vor there, o’ zummer nights, below

The wall, we zot when aïr did blow, sat

An’ sheäke the dewy rwose a-tied

Up roun’ the window's stwonèn zide. stone

An’ while the carter rod’ along rode

A-zingèn, down the dusky drong, lane

There you did zing a sweeter zong

Below the linden on the lawn.

An’ while your warbled ditty wound

Drough plaÿsome flights o’ mellow sound, through

The nightèngeäle's sh'ill zong, that broke melodious

The stillness ov the dewy woak, oak

Rung clear along the grove, an’ smote

To sudden stillness ev'ry droat; throat

As we did zit, an’ hear it float

Below the linden on the lawn.

Where dusky light did softly vall

'Ithin the stwonèn-window'd hall, stone-

Avore your father's blinkèn eyes,

His evenèn whiff o’ smoke did rise,

An’ vrom the bedroom window's height

Your little John, a-cloth'd in white,

An’ gwaïn to bed, did cry ―good night” going

Towards the linden on the lawn.

But now, as Dobbin, wi’ a nod

Vor ev'ry heavy step he trod,

Did bring me on, to-night, avore

The geäbled house's pworchèd door,

Noo laughèn child a-cloth'd in white,

Look'd drough the stwonèn window's light, through

An’ noo vaïce zung, in dusky night,

Below the linden on the lawn.

An’ zoo, if you should ever vind so

My kindness seem to grow less kind,

An’ if upon my clouded feäce

My smile should yield a frown its pleäce,

Then, Jenny, only laugh an’ call

My mind 'ithin the geärden wall,

Where we did plaÿ at even-fall,

Below the linden on the lawn.