I TOOK a flight, awhile agoo,

Along the raïls, a stage or two,

An’ while the heavy wheels did spin

An’ rottle, wi’ a deafnèn din,

In clouds o’ steam, the zweepèn traïn

Did shoot along the hill-bound plaïn,

As sheädes o’ birds in flight, do pass shadows

Below em on the zunny grass.

An’ as I zot, an’ look'd abrode sat, about

On leänen land an’ windèn road,

The ground a-spread along our flight

Did vlee behind us out o’ zight; fly

The while the zun, our heav'nly guide,

Did ride on wi’ us, zide by zide.

An’ zoo, while time, vrom stage to stage, so

Do car us on vrom youth to age, carry

The e'thly pleasures we do vind earthly

Be soon a-met, an’ left behind;

But God, beholdèn vrom above

Our lowly road, wi’ yearnèn love,

Do keep bezide us, stage by stage,

Vrom be'th to youth, vrom youth to age.