Now the zunny air's a-blowen
Softly over flowers a-growen;
An' the sparklen light do quiver
On the ivy-bough an' river;
Bleaeten lambs, wi' woolly feaeces,
Now do play, a-runnen reaeces;
An' the springen
Lark's a-zingen,
Lik' a dot avore the cloud,
High above the ashes sh'oud.
Housen, in the open brightness,
Now do sheen in spots o' whiteness;
Here an' there, on upland ledges,
In among the trees an' hedges,
Where, along by vlocks o' sparrows,
Chatt'ren at the ploughman's harrows.
Dousty rwoaded,
Errand-lwoaded;
Jenny, though her cloak is thin,
Do wish en hwome upon the pin.
Zoo come along, noo longer heedvul
Ov the vier, leaetely needvul,
Over grass o' slopen leaezes,
Zingen zongs in zunny breezes;
Out to work in copse, a-mooten,
Where the primrwose is a-shooten,
An in gladness,
Free o' sadness,
In the warmth o' Spring vorget
Leafless winter's cwold an' wet.