While now upon the win' do zwell
  The church-bells' evenèn peal, O,
Along the bottom, who can tell
  How touch'd my heart do veel, O.
To hear ageän, as woonce they rung
In holidays when I wer young,
    Wi' merry sound
    A-ringèn round,
The bells ov Alderburnham.

Vor when they rung their gayest peals
  O' zome sweet day o' rest, O,
We all did ramble drough the viels,
  A-dress'd in all our best, O ;
An' at the bridge or roarèn weir,
Or in the wood, or in the gleäre
    Ov open ground,
    Did hear ring round
The bells ov Alderburnham.

They bells, that now do ring above
  The young brides at church-door, O,
Woonce rung to bless their mother's love,
  When they were brides avore, O.
An' sons in tow'r do still ring on
The merry peals o' fathers gone,
    Noo mwore to sound,
    Or hear ring round,
The bells ov Alderburnham.

Ov happy peäirs, how soon be zome
  A-wedded an' a-peärted !
Vor woone ov jay, what peals mid come
  To zome o's broken-hearted !
The stronger mid the sooner die,
The gayer mid the sooner sigh ;
    An' who do know
    What grief's below
The bells ov Alderburnham !

But still 'tis happiness to know
  That there's a God above us;
An' he, by day an' night, do ho
  Vor all ov us, an' love us,
An' call us to His house, to heal
Our hearts, by his own Zunday peal
    Ov bells a-rung
    Vor wold an' young,
The bells ov Alderburnham.