No nobleye a’theng ha’ sifnedde
twine sae foresythe æn etwicks
fer erry’s lofful mayneyrod
in twae erwarren Styx.
myn, myn dont Is’weat
tonye a’bil nasyne
Betake mine aught
Betake betyde—
Hollen ernest bryx.
He crae he lo!
He craen afer
He c’roon a ethertun
Hem aerye aigh
Ha meery love
He tyrn ine efer wer
Alost ye been?
Asketh yon crawn
Wi’narry efer faire?
Aneen Anyn awert anon
Anny awert æthér.