est, O;
An' at the bridge or roaren weir,
Or in the wood, or in the gleaere
Ov open ground,
Did hear ring round
The bells ov Alderburnham.

They bells, that now do ring above
The young brides at church-door, O,
Woonce rung to bless their mother's love,
When they were brides avore, O.
An' sons in tow'r do still ring on
The merry peals o' fathers gone,
Noo mwore to sound,
Or hear ring round,
The bells ov Alderburnham.

Ov happy peaeirs, how soon be zome
A-wedded an' a-peaerted!
Vor woone ov jay, what peals mid come
To zome o's broken-hearted!
The stronger mid the sooner die,
The gayer mid the sooner sigh;
An' who do know
What grief's below
The bells ov Alderburnham!

But still 'tis happiness to know
That there's a God above us;
An' he, by day an' night, do ho
Vor all ov us, an' love us,
An' call us to His house, to heal
Our hearts, by his own Zunday peal
Ov bells a-rung
Vor wold an' young,
The bells ov Alderburnham.

THE GIRT WOLD HOUSE O' MOSSY STWONE.

The girt wold house o' mossy stwone,
Up there upon the knap alwone,
Had woonce a bleaezen kitchen-vier,
That cook'd vor poor-vo'k an' a squier.
The very last ov all the reaece
That liv'd the squier o' the pleaece,
Died off when father wer a-born,
An' now his kin be all vorlorn
Vor ever,--vor he left noo son
To teaeke the house o' mossy stwone.
An' zoo he vell to other hands,
An' gramfer took en wi' the lands:
An' there when he, poor man, wer dead,
My father shelter'd my young head.
An' if I wer a squier, I
Should like to spend my life, an' die
In thik wold house o' mossy stwone,
Up there upon the knap alwone.

Don't talk ov housen all o' brick,
Wi' rocken walls nine inches thick,
A-trigg'd together zide by zide
In streets, wi' fronts a straddle wide,
Wi' yards a-sprinkled wi' a mop,
Too little vor a vrog to hop;
But let me live an' die where I
Can zee the ground, an' trees, an' sky.
The girt wold house o' mossy stwone
Had wings vor either sheaede or zun:
Woone where the zun did glitter drough,
When vu'st he struck the mornen dew;
Woone feaeced the evenen sky, an' woone
Push'd out a pworch to zweaty noon:
Zoo woone stood out to break the storm,
An' meaede another lew an' warm.
An' there the timber'd copse rose high,
Where birds