The Geate A-vallen To

In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi vew a-left at hwome, When waggons rumbled out ov yard Red wheeled, wi body blue, And back behind em loudly slammd The geate avallen to. Drough daysheen ov how many years The geate ha now a-swung Behind the veet o vull-grown men And vootsteps of the young. Drough years o days it swung to us Behind each little shoe, As we tripped lightly on avore The geate a-vallen to. In evenen time o starry night How mother zot at hwome, And kept her bleazen vier bright Till father should ha? come, An how she quickend up and smiled An stirred her vier anew, To hear the trampen hoses steps An geate a-vallen to. There?s moon-sheen now in nights o fall When leaves be brown vrom green, When, to the slammen o the geate, Our Jennys ears be keen, When the wold dog do wag his tail, An Jean could tell to who, As he do come in drough the geate, The geate a-vallen to. An oft do come a saddened hour When there must goo away One well-beloved to our hearts core, Vor long, perhaps vor aye: An oh! it is a touchen thing The loven heart must rue, To hear behind his last farewell The geate a-vallen to.