A ZONG TO ZING-OH!
When the zun beyond the Beacon be a-zettin’
And everything’s as quiet as can be,
By the gate to varmur’s meddy,
That old gate zo vurm and zteddy,
You be pretty zure uv vindin’ Jim and me.
When the mists along the valley be uprisin’
And the nightingale’s a-zingin’ in the tree;
When the peewits be a-zquawkin’
Uz don’t waste no time a-talkin’
Time’s a vasty zight too short sez Jim an’ me
With the honeyzuckle zcent zo thick as treacle,
And the chestnut blossoms droppin’ onto we;
As us zets zo close together,
Why zometimes I wonders whether
Jim ull zet that close in Paradise to me.
When the clocks down in the village be a-strikin’
And darkness comes a-creepin’ up the lea,
Then, though us be zeldom ready,
Us must leave old varmur’s meddy,
Or the volk ull all be wonderin’ where us be.