When wintry weather’s all a-done, An’ brooks do sparkle in the zun, An’ naisy-builden rooks do vlee Wi’ sticks toward their elem tree; When birds do zing, an’ we can zee

O spread ageaen your leaves an’ fl… Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlan… Here underneath the dewy show’rs O’ warm-air’d spring-time, zunny w… As when, in drong or open ground,

Aye, back at Leaedy-Day, you know… I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe; At Leaedy-Day I took my pack O’ rottletraps, an’ turn’d my back Upon the weather-beaeten door,

Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu’st time—vier n… Wi’ yollow buttons all o’ brass, That glitter’d in the zun lik’ gla… An’ pok’d 'ithin the button-hole

An’ zoo o’ Monday we got drough Our work betimes, an ax’d a vew Young vo’k vrom Stowe an’ Coom, a… Vrom uncle’s down at Grange, to c… An’ they so spry, wi’ merry smiles…

The dock-leaves that do spread so… Up yonder zunny bank’s green zide, Do bring to mind what we did do At play wi’ dock-leaves years agoo… How we,—when nettles had a-stung

Ov all the birds upon the wing Between the zunny showers o’ sprin… Vor all the lark, a-swingen high, Mid zing below a cloudless sky, An’ sparrows, clust’ren roun’ the…

Come, Fanny, come! put on thy whi… ’Tis Woodcom’ feaest, good now! t… Come! think noo mwore, you silly m… O’ chicken drown’d, or ducks a-str… Nor mwope to vind thy new frock’s…

O Poll’s the milk-maid o’ the far… An’ Poll’s so happy out in groun’… Wi’ her white pail below her eaerm As if she wore a goolden crown. An’ Poll don’t zit up half the ni…

The girt woak tree that’s in the d… There’s noo tree I do love so wel… Vor times an’ times when I wer yo… I there’ve a-climbed, an’ there’ve… An’ picked the eacorns green, a-sh…

Aye, the girt elem tree out in lit… Wer a-stannen this mornen, an’ now… Aye, the girt elem tree, so big ro… Where the mowers did goo to their… In the sheaede ov his head, when t…

Ah! John! how I do love to look At theaese green hollor, an’ the b… Among the withies that do hide The stream, a-growen at the zide; An’ at the road athirt the wide

Ah! they vew zummers brought us ro… The happiest days that we’ve a-vou… When in the orcha’d, that did stra… To westward out avore the patch Ov high-bough’d wood, an’ shelve t…

Now the light o’ the west is a-tur… An’ the men be at hwome vrom groun… An’ the bells be a-zenden all down… From tower, their mwoansome sound. An’ the wind is still,

Come out o’ door, ’tis Spring! ’t… The trees be green, the vields be… The weather’s warm, the winter bla… Wi’ all his train o’ clouds, is pa… The zun do rise while vo’k do slee…

Oh! Bob the fiddler is the pride O’ chaps an’ maidens vur an’ wide; They can’t keep up a merry tide, But Bob is in the middle. If merry Bob do come avore ye,

In happy times a while agoo, My lively hope, that’s now a-gone Did stir my heart the whole year d… But mwost when green-bough’d sprin… When I did rove, wi’ litty veet,

WHEN high hot zuns da strik righ… An’ burn our zweaty fiazen brown, An’ zunny hangens that be nigh Be back’d by hills so blue’s the s… Then while the bells da sweetly ch…

If mem’ry, when our hope’s a-gone, Could bring us dreams to cheat us… Ov happiness our hearts voun’ true In years we come too quickly droug… What days should come to me, but y…

Jean ax’d what ribbon she should w… ‘Ithin her bonnet to the feaeir? She had woone white, a-gi’ed her w… She stood at Meaery’s chrissenen; She had woone brown, she had woone…

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…

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…

Now the sheaedes o’ the elems do s… Vrom the low-zinken zun in the wes… An’ the maidens do stand out in cl… The doors, vor to chatty an’ zee v… An’ their cwombs be a-zet in their…

Oh! I be shepherd o’ the farm, Wi’ tinklen bells an’ sheep-dog’s… An’ wi’ my crook a-thirt my eaerm, Here I do rove below the lark. An’ I do bide all day among

Woone’s heart mid leaep wi’ though… In comen manhood light an’ gay When we do teaeke the worold on Vrom our vore-elders dead an’ gone… But days so feaeir in hope’s brigh…

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

Sweet Woodley! oh! how fresh an’… Thy leaenes an’ vields be now in… The while the broad-leav’d clotes… In brooks wi’ gil’cups at the brim… An’ yollow cowslip-beds do grow

When snow-white clouds wer thin an… Avore the zummer sky o’ blue, An’ I’d noo ho but how to vind Zome play to entertain my mind; Along the water, as did wind

O when our zun’s a-zinken low, How soft’s the light his feaece do… Upon the backward road our mind Do turn an’ zee a-left behind; When we, in childhood’s days did v…