Having My Weigh With Homophones

'Tis know wander nor em aye telling yew anything gnu, Hour tongue is awash with homophones confounding me end ewe. Ah, two sea thee broad expenses from a towering mountain peek; Thee pristine see, thee rolling veil end meandering creak. Watt a thrill two watch thee eagle as it sores through thee heir; With incisive ayes it seeks its pray with indomitable flare! Sergeants ar knowted four naming voluntears write out of thee blew, With that knot sew subtle commend, "Eye knead you, ewe end yew!" Watt they were volunteared fore, they haven't thee slightest clew, Butt that is a part of army life, beeing tolled watt two dew! Wee're tolled inn thee Good Book that inn thee grate buy-end-bye, Wee shell awl return two dust wen it comes hour our too dye. It can bee etched upon my stone wen my life is nigh its cease: "Though he maid grate youse of homophones, Mae he lye inn piece!" Entry for John Hamilton's "Wordplay Extravaganza" Contest