Thenk not, bin I ood be tha fashion,
That I, ZIR, write theÄze DedicÂtion;
I write, I haup I dwon't offend.
Bin I be proud ta cÂll You FRIEND.
I here ston vooÄth, alooÄn unbidden
To 'muse you wi' my country lidden;—
Wi' remlet's o' tha Saxon tongue
That to our Gramfers did belong.
Vor Áll it is a little thing,
Receave it—Friendship's offering—
Ta pruv, if pruf I need renew,
That I esteem not lightly YOU.