VOR all the zun do leäve the sky,

An’ all the sounds o’ day do die,

An’ noo mwore veet do walk the dim

Vield-path to clim’ the stiel's bars, stile's

Yeet out below the rizèn stars, yet

The dark'nèn day mid leäve behind may

Woone tongue that I shall always vind, one

A-whisperèn kind, when birds be still.

Zoo let the day come on to spread so

His kindly light above my head,

Wi’ zights to zee, an’ sounds to hear,

That still do cheer my thoughtvul mind;

Or let en goo, an’ leäve behind it

An’ hour to stroll along the gleädes,

Where night do drown the beeches’ sheädes, shadows

On grasses’ bleädes, when birds be still.

Vor when the night do lull the sound

O’ cows a-bleärèn out in ground, bellowing, field

The sh'ill-vaïc'd dog do stan’ an’ bark loud-voiced

'Ithin the dark, bezide the road;

An’ when noo cracklèn waggon's lwoad

Is in the leäne, the wind do bring

The merry peals that bells do ring

O ding-dong-ding, when birds be still.

Zoo teäke, vor me, the town a-drown'd so

'Ithin a storm o’ rumblèn sound,

An’ gi'e me vaïces that do speak give

So soft an’ meek, to souls alwone;

The brook a-gurglèn round a stwone,

An’ birds o’ day a-zingèn clear,

An’ leaves, that I mid zit an’ hear may

A-rustlèn near, when birds be still.