Lik' music vor the dead, John.
Last night, as I wer gwaïn along
The brook, I heärd the milk-maïd's zong
A-ringèn out so clear an' shrill
Along the meäds an' roun' the hill.
I catch'd the tuèn, an' stood still
To hear 't; 'twer woone that Jeäne did zing
A-vield a-milkèn in the spring,—
Sweet music o' the dead, John.
Don't tell o' zongs that be a-zung