L'ENVOY.
Reading edition
To âll that sholl theeäze storry read, The Truth must vor it chiefly plead; I gee not here a tale o' ort, Nor snip-snap wit, nor lidden smort. But ôten, ôten by thie river, Have I a pass'd; yet niver, niver, Athout a thought o' Doctor Cox— His dog—his death—his floatin locks! The mooäst whun Brue war deep and clear, And Lammas dâ an harras near;— Whun zummer vleng'd his light abroad,— The zun in all his glory rawd; How beautiful mid be the dâ A zumthin âllès zim'd to zâ, "Whar whing! the wâter's deep an' clear, But death mid be a lurkin near!"