AH! mam! you woonce come here the while once

The zun, long years agoo, did shed

His het upon the wheat in hile, heat, stook2

Wi’ yollow hau'm an’ ears o’ red, stalk

Wi’ little shoes too thin vor walks

Upon the scratchèn stubble-stalks;

You hardly reach'd wi’ glossy head,

The vore wheel's top o’ dousty red. dusty

How time's a-vled! How years do vlee! flown by, fly

An’ there you went an’ zot inzide sat

A hile, in aïr a-streamèn cool,

As if 'ithin a room, vull wide

An’ high, you zot to guide an’ rule.

You leäz'd about the stubbly land, gleaned

An’ soon vill'd up your small left hand

Wi’ ruddy ears your right hand vound,

An’ traïl'd the stalks along the ground.

How time's a-gone! How years do goo!

Then in the waggon you did teäke

A ride, an’ as the wheels vell down

Vrom ridge to vurrow, they did sheäke

On your small head your poppy crown,

An’ now your little maïd, a dear, daughter

Your childhood's very daps, is here, spitting image

Zoo let her staÿ, that her young feäce so

Mid put a former year in pleäce.