Analysis of Woone Smile Mwore

O! MARY, when the zun went down,  
 Woone night in spring, w’ viry rim,  
Behind the nap wi’ woody crown,  
 An’ left your smilen face so dim;  
Your little sister there, inside,
 Wi’ bellows on her little knee,  
Did blow the vire, a-glearen wide  
 Drough window-panes, that I could zee,—  
As you did stan’ wi’ me, avore  
 The house, a-parten,—woone smile mwore.

The chatt’ren birds, a-risen high,  
 An’ zinken low, did swiftly vlee  
Vrom shrinken moss, a-growen dry,  
 Upon the lanen apple tree.  
An’ there the dog, a-whippen wide
 His hairy tail, an’ comen near,  
Did fondly lay agan you zide  
 His coal-black nose an’ russet ear:  
To win what I ’d a-won avore,  
 Vrom your gay; face, his woone smile mwore.

An’ while your mother bustled sprack,  
 A-getten supper out in hall,  
An’ cast her shade, a-whiv’ren black  
 Avore the vire, upon the wall;  
Your brother come, wi’ easy pace,   
 In drough the slammen gate, along  
The path, wi’ healthy-bloomen face,  
 A-whis’len shrill his last new zong:  
An’ when he come avore the door,  
 He met vrom you his woone smile mwore.  

Now you that wer the daughter there,  
 Be mother on a husband’s vloor,  
An’ mid ye meet wi’ less o’ care  
 Than what your harty mother bore;  
An’ if abroad I have to rue  
 The bitter tongue, or wrongvul deed,  
Mid I come hwome to share wi’ you  
 What ’s needvul free o’ pinchen need:  
An’ vind that you ha’ still in store  
 My evenen meal, an’ woone smile mwore.