There werden woone but could a-twold
When he'd noo wish to seek abrode
Mwore jaÿ than thik wold pworch bestow'd!
For there, when yollow evenèn shed
His light ageän the elem's head,
An' gnots did whiver in the zun,
An' uncle's work wer all a-done,
His whiffs o' meltèn smoke did roll
Above his bendèn pipe's white bowl,
While he did chat, or, zittèn dumb,