GRAMMER A-CRIPPLED.
"The zunny copse ha' birds to zing,
The leäze ha' cows to low,
The elem trees ha' rooks on wing,
The meäds a brook to flow,
But I can walk noo mwore, to pass
The drashel out abrode,
To wear a path in theäse year's grass
Or tread the wheelworn road,"