Ah! ev'ry day mid bring a while

O' eäse vrom all woone's [208] ceäre an' tweil [209] ,

The welcome evenèn, when 'tis sweet

Vor tired friends wi' weary veet,

But litsome hearts o' love, to meet:

An' yet while weekly times do roll,

The best vor body an' vor soul

'S the church an' happy Zunday.

Vor then our loosen'd souls do rise

Wi' holy thoughts beyond the skies,

As we do think o' Him that shed

His blood vor us, an' still do spread

His love upon the live an dead;

An' how He gi'ed a time an' pleäce

To gather us, an' gi'e us greäce, --

The church an' happy Zunday.

There, under leänen [210] mossy stwones,

Do lie, vorgot, our fathers' bwones,

That trod this groun' vor years agoo,

When things that now be wold wer new;

An' comely maïdens, mild an' true,

That meäde their sweet-hearts happy brides,

An' come to kneel down at their zides

At church o' happy Zundays.

'Tis good to zee woone's naïghbours come

Out drough [211] the church-yard, vlockèn [212] hwome,

As woone do nod, an' woone do smile,

An' woone do toss another's chile;

An' zome be sheäken han's, the while

Poll's uncle, chuckèn her below

Her chin, do tell her she do grow,

At church o' happy Zundays.

Zoo while our blood do run in vaïns

O' livèn souls in theäsum [213] plaïns,

Mid happy housen smoky round

The church an' holy bit o' ground;

An' while their weddèn bells do sound,

Oh! mid em have the meäns o' greäce,

The holy day an' holy pleäce,

The church an' happy Zunday.

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Footnotes:

[208] woone, one

[209] tweil, toil

[210] leänen, leaning

[211] drough, through

[212] vlockèn, flocking

[213] theäsum, these