THE CHILD'S GREÄVE.
Avore the time when zuns went down
On zummer's green a-turn'd to brown,
When sheädes o' swaÿèn wheat-eärs vell
Upon the scarlet pimpernel;
The while you still mid goo, an' vind
'Ithin the geärden's mossy wall,
Sweet blossoms, low or risèn tall,
To meäke a tutty to your mind,
In churchyard heav'd, wi' grassy breast,