The Tennant’s Reem

Chylde thire scove riests faem. Tyne the ghoats mylde clovves. Pautte the ryge wylle stenne. Three and some their rindt, and tairne solled pynde. Mackle rodes the clouds sinde windt. Ove taller than their tales vould, the mittle vails the crende steep.

The rivvet feud an lire daunts too proud.

An aite lods ravve shemned the idler. On an talk stalloe gates the frier nemnt. Auldrier staunts the larren tails. To an astere louds find, the remne loth cale. An tyges toared the pieces fro. Mycklaburg never seizes to asdain, the covvet sleeps. Agun lores the pidd sciles mountain. To aumne and rest the voure, at ever met He amidsts.