'Tis zome vo'ks jaÿ to teäke the road, folk's joy

An’ goo abro'd, a-wand'rèn wide, out and about

Vrom shere to shere, vrom pleäce to pleäce, shire to shire

The swiftest peäce that vo'k can ride. pace

But I've a jaÿ 'ithin the door,

Wi’ friends avore the vier-zide.

An’ zoo, when winter skies do lour, so

An’ when the Stour's a-rollèn wide,

Drough bridge-voot raïls, a-païnted white, through

To be at night the traveller's guide,

Gi'e me a pleäce that's warm an’ dry, give

A-zittèn nigh my vier-zide.

Vor where do love o’ kith an’ kin,

At vu'st begin, or grow an’ wride, first, spread

Till souls a-lov'd so young, be wold, old

Though never cwold, drough time nor tide,

But where in me'th their gather'd veet mirth

Do often meet—the vier-zide.

If, when a friend ha’ left the land,

I shook his hand a-most wet-eyed,

I velt too well the ob'nèn door opening

Would leäd noo mwore where he did bide,

An’ where I heärd his vaïce's sound,

In me'th around the vier-zide.

As I've a-zeed how vast do vall seen, fast

The mwold'rèn hall, the wold vo'ks pride, mouldering, old folk's

Where merry hearts wer woonce a-ved once

Wi’ daily bread, why I've a-sigh'd,

To zee the wall so green wi’ mwold,

An’ vind so cwold the vier-zide.

An’ Chris'mas still mid bring his me'th may, its mirth

To ouer he'th, but if we tried our hearth

To gather all that woonce did wear once

Gay feäces there! Ah! zome ha’ died,

An’ zome be gone to leäve wi’ gaps

O’ missèn laps, the vier-zide.

But come now, bring us in your hand,

A heavy brand o’ woak a-dried, oak

To cheer us wi’ his het an’ light, heat

While vrosty night, so starry-skied,

Do gather souls that time do speäre

To zit an’ sheäre our vier-zide.