THE zun, O Jessie, while his feäce do rise

In vi'ry skies, a-sheddèn out his light fiery

On yollow corn a-weävèn down below

His yollow glow, is gaÿ avore the zight.

By two an’ two,

How goodly things do goo,

A-matchèn woone another to fulvill one

The goodness ov their Meäkèr's will.

How bright the spreadèn water in the lew shelter

Do catch the blue, a-sheenèn vrom the sky; shining

How true the grass do teäke the dewy bead

That it do need, while dousty roads be dry. dusty

By peäir an’ peäir

Each thing's a-meäde to sheäre share

The good another can bestow,

In wisdom's work down here below.

The lowest lim's o’ trees do seldom grow

A-spread too low to gi'e the cows a sheäde; give

The aïr's to bear the bird, the bird's to rise;

Vor light the eyes, vor eyes the light's a-meäde.

'Tis gi'e an’ teäke,

An’ woone vor others’ seäke;

In peäirs a-workèn out their ends,

Though men be foes that should be friends.