Tha Fruit o' longvul labour, years,
In theäze veo leaves at last appears.
Ta you, tha dwellers o' tha West,
I'm pleas'd that thâ shood be addresst:
Vor thaw I now in Lunnan dwell,
I mine ye still--I love ye well;
And niver, niver sholl vorget
I vust drâw'd breath in _Zummerzet_;
Amangst ye liv'd, and left ye zorry,
As you'll knaw when you hire my storry.
Theäze little book than take o' me;
'Tis âll I hâ just now ta gee
An when you rade o' _Tommy Gool_,
Or _Tommy Came_, or _Pal_ at school,
Or _Mr. Guy_, or _Fanny Fear_,--
I thenk you'll shod vor her a tear)
_Tha Rookery_, or _Mary's Crutch_,
Tha cap o' which I love ta touch,
You'll vine that I do not vorget
My naatal swile--dear Zummerzet.