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.