Lydlinch Bells, Dorset

When skies wer peäle wi' twinklen stars,
An' whislen air a-risen keen;
An' birds did leäve the icy bars
To vind, in woods, their mossy screen;
When vrozen grass, so white's a sheet,
Did scrunchy sharp below our veet,
An' water, that did sparkle red
At zunzet, wer a-vrozen dead;
The ringers then did spend an hour
A-ringen changes up in tow'r;
Vor Lydlinch bells be good vor sound,
An' liked by all the naïghbours round.

(From Lydlinch Bells, by William Barnes)

I enjoyed the bell-ringing at Westminster Abbey for the Royal Wedding yesterday (no, I wasn't there in person).