O! MARY, when the zun went down, 
 Woone night in spring, w? viry rim, 
Behind the nap wi? woody crown, 
 An? left your smilen face so dim; 
Your little sister there, inside, 
 Wi? bellows on her little knee, 
Did blow the vire, a-glearen wide 
 Drough window-panes, that I could zee,? 
As you did stan? wi? me, avore 
 The house, a-parten,?woone smile mwore. 
 
The chatt?ren birds, a-risen high, 
 An? zinken low, did swiftly vlee 
Vrom shrinken moss, a-growen dry, 
 Upon the lanen apple tree. 
An? there the dog, a-whippen wide 
 His hairy tail, an? comen near, 
Did fondly lay agan you zide 
 His coal-black nose an? russet ear: 
To win what I ?d a-won avore, 
 Vrom your gay; face, his woone smile mwore.

An? while your mother bustled sprack, 
 A-getten supper out in hall, 
An? cast her shade, a-whiv?ren black 
 Avore the vire, upon the wall; 
Your brother come, wi? easy pace, 
 In drough the slammen gate, along 
The path, wi? healthy-bloomen face, 
 A-whis?len shrill his last new zong: 
An? when he come avore the door, 
 He met vrom you his woone smile mwore. 
 
Now you that wer the daughter there, 
 Be mother on a husband?s vloor, 
An? mid ye meet wi? less o? care 
 Than what your harty mother bore; 
An? if abroad I have to rue 
 The bitter tongue, or wrongvul deed, 
Mid I come hwome to share wi? you 
 What ?s needvul free o? pinchen need: 
An? vind that you ha? still in store 
 My evenen meal, an? woone smile mwore.