Shaftesbury Feaeir

When hillborne Paladore did showSo bright to me down miles below.As woonce the zun, a-rollen west,Did brighten up his hill's high breast.Wi' walls a-looken dazzlen white,Or yollow, on the grey-topp'd heightOf Paladore, as peaele day woreAway so feaeir.Oh! how I wish'd that I wer there.

The pleaece wer too vur off to spyThe liven vo'k a-passen by;The vo'k too vur vor air to bringThe words that they did speak or zing.All dum' to me wer each abode,An' empty wer the down-hill roadVrom Paladore, as peaele day woreAway so feaeir;But how I wish'd that I wer there.

But when I clomb the lofty groundWhere liven veet an' tongues did sound,At feaeir, bezide your bloomen feaece,The pertiest in all the pleaece,As you did look, wi' eyes as blueAs yonder southern hills in view,Vrom Paladore--O Polly dear,Wi' you up there,How merry then wer I at feaeir.

Since vu'st I trod thik steep hill-zideMy grieven soul 'v a-been a-triedWi' pain, an' loss o' worldly geaer,An' souls a-gone I wanted near;But you be here to goo up still,An' look to Blackmwore vrom the hillO' Paladore. Zoo, Polly dear,We'll goo up there,An' spend an hour or two at feaeir.

The wold brown meaere's a-brought vrom grass,An' rubb'd an' cwomb'd so bright as glass;An' now we'll hitch her in, an' startTo feaeir upon the new green cart,An' teaeke our little Poll betweenOur zides, as proud's a little queen,To Paladore. Aye, Poll a dear,Vor now 'tis feaeir,An' she's a longen to goo there.

While Paladore, on watch, do strainHer eyes to Blackmwore's blue-hill'd plaein,While Duncliffe is the traveller's mark,Or cloty Stour's a-rollen dark;Or while our bells do call, vor greaece,The vo'k avore their Seaevior's feaece,Mid Paladore, an' Poll a dear,Vor ever knowO' peaece an' plenty down below.