Pooesie #11

Oh river don't complain,
Oh the saibon don't kill,
Oh even cleans the fisheds,
Oh put them colour of plate.

Three corpeetes, one aveintal,
Seven fronhes, one leinçoul,
Three camises from the enxooval
That the freguese give to the roul.

Water cold, from the ribeire,
Water cold that the sun have quented,
Old aldeie, bring the ideie,
Roupe white that the crew estended.

One leinçoul of pane raw,
See there well so damm cleaned,
Sleeping in him, I and you,
See there well it's colour of line.