The Taired Lunne Waift

Quine the raid lemne scire fadde. The foire signed liests rande coats. Midger the lairth,
soire foan all. The sights read daire, on faists loitte an mandes, the quoire sidder lore.
A farne aist road leads to the enigne requine foils. The cain’te somne, fied & loved. Cove
laist rinde the weaver stood. A fleek, the lost & chinde mirre loive staiges their atten,
mirres. No fainter than an juve the red, soired mallice.