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Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr’d The piece o’ corn in Zidelen Plot… An’ work’d about it pretty hard, An’ vound the weather pretty hot. ‘Twer all a-tied an’ zet upright
‘Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry glea… By the woak tree’s mossy moot, The sheenen grass bleades, timber-… Now do quiver under voot; An’ birds do whissle auver head,
Ees, last Whit-Monday, I an’ Mea… Got up betimes to mind the deaeiry… An’ gi’ed the milken pails a scrub… An’ dress’d, an’ went to zee the c… Vor up at public-house, by ten
Zoo after supper wer a-done, They clear’d the teaebles, an’ beg… To have a little bit o’ fun, As long as they mid stop. The wold woones took their pipes t…
The dreven scud that overcast The zummer sky is all a-past, An’ softer air, a-blowen drough The quiv’ren boughs, do sheaeke th… Last rain drops off the leaves lik…
News o’ grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi’ breast a-heaven… While vrom zide to zide, wi’ griev… Vell her head, wi’ tears a-creepen
An’ while I zot, wi’ thoughtvul m… Up where the lwonesome Coombs do… An’ watch’d the little gully slide So crooked to the river-zide; I thought how wrong the Stour did…
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi’ the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi’ vew a-left at hwome, When waggons rumbled out ov yard
As I wer out in meaed last week, A-thatchen o’ my little rick, There green young ee-grass, ankle-… Did sheen below the cloudless sky; An’ over hedge in tother groun’,
Zoo you be in your groun’ then, I… A-worken and a-zingen lik’ a bee. How do it answer? what d’ye think… D’ye think ’tis better wi’ it than… A-recknen rent, an’ time, an’ zeed…
’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, When vo’k be out a-haulèn hay, Where boughs, a-spread upon the gr… Do meäke the staddle big an’ round… An’ grass do stand in pook, or lie
How happy uncle us’d to be O’ zummer time, when aunt an’ he O’ Zunday evenens, eaerm in eaerm… Did walk about their tiny farm, While birds did zing an’ gnats did…
Now, Fanny, ’tis too bad, you tea… How leäte you be a’ come! Where h… How long you have a-meäde me waït… I thought you werden gwaïn to come… I had a mind to goo back hwome age…
Sweet Be’mi’ster, that bist a-bou… By green an’ woody hills all round… Wi’ hedges, reachen up between A thousan’ vields o’ zummer green, Where elems’ lofty heads do drow
Ah! Jimmy vow’d he’d have the law Ov ouer cousin Poll’s Jack-daw, That had by day his withy jail A-hangen up upon a nail, Ageaen the elem tree, avore