Du may waander on fir ever
An seek idder laands dee lane,
Bit someday du'll come driftin
Ta da laand o laands agen.
Sho's a laand o faeries dancin
In a ring o snaa-white scöm,
Whaar da grit grey sea lies skulkin
I'da dim, saft Simmer-höm
Dere A'm pluckin Kokkiluries,
An gadderin Paddick-stöls,
Or guddlin tricky skeeticks
I'da clear, saat-water pöls;
A'm rickin peerie sillicks
Wi a preen, an docken-waand,
Or pokin eftir smislins
I'da ebb-stanes i'da saand.
Dere I look alang da tide-line,
Among da tang an waar,
Fir barrel-scows an battens,
An bits o brokken spar;
Fir da muckle seas is brakkin
In stoor laek cloods o snaa,
An der tales o vessels wrackin
Wi dir sails aa blaan awa.
Du may waander on fir ever
An seek idder laands dee lane,
Bit some day du'll come driftin
Ta da laand o laands agen.
Shö's a laand whaar Winter's souchin
Trowe da spöndrift an da squaal.
An da smorin moorie-caavie
Fills da Nort wind's oobin waal.