Zaid her mother, "'Tis sure to be wet."
Zaid her cousin, "'T'ull raïn by zunzet."
Zaid her aunt, "Why the clouds there do look black an' blue,"
An' zaid she, "I don't ceäre if they do."
An' at last, when she own'd I mid meäke her my bride,
Vor to help me, an' sheäre all my lot,
An' wi' faïthvulness keep all her life at my zide,
Though my waÿ mid be happy or not.
Zaid her naïghbours, "Why wedlock's a clog,
An' a wife's a-tied up lik' a dog."