Zumtime agoo, bevaur tha moors
War tin'd in, lived at Mork
One JERRY NUTTY—spry a war;
A upp'd avaur the lork.
Iz vather in a little cot
Liv'd, auver-right tha moor,
An thaw a kipt a vlock o' geese,
A war a thoughted poor.
A niver teach'd tha cris-cross-lain
Ta any of his bways,
An Jerry, mangst the rest o'm, did
Not much appruv his ways.
Vor Jerry zumtimes went ta church
Ta hire tha Pâson preach,
An thawt what pity that ta read
Izzel a cood'n teach.
Vor than, a zunday âternoon,
Tha Bible, or good book
Would be companion vit vor'm âll
Who choos'd therein ta look.
Bit Jerry than tha naise o' geese
Bit little moor could hire;
An dâly goose-aggs ta pick up
Droo-out tha moor did tire.
A ôten look'd upon tha hills
An stickle mountains roun,
An wished izzel upon their taps:
What zights a ood be bóun!
Bit what did mooäst iz fancy strick
War Glassenberry Torr:
A âlways zeed it when tha zun
Gleam'd wi' tha mornin stor.
O' Well's grate church a ôten hired,
Iz fancy war awake;
An zaw a thawt that zoon a ood
A journey ta it make.