As I come by, zome years agoo,
A-burnt below a sky o' blue,
'Ithin the pillar'd geäte there zung
A vaïce a-soundèn sweet an' young,
That meäde me veel awhile to zwim
In weäves o' jaÿ to hear its hymn;
Vor all the zinger, angel-bright,
Wer then a-hidden vrom my zight,
An' I wer then too low
To seek a meäte to match my steäte