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’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
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreade… Green-ruddy, in hedges, Bezide the red doust o’ the ridges… A-dried at Woak Hill; I packed up my goods all a-sheenen
Last night below the elem in the l… Bright the sky did gleam On water blue, while air did softl… On the flowen stream, An’ there wer gil’cups’ buds untwo…
1 Since I noo mwore do zee… Up ste{'a}rs or down below, I’ll zit me in the lwonesome ple{'… Where flat-bough’d beech do grow; Below the beeches’ bough, my love,
A happy day at Whitsuntide, As soon’s the zun begun to vall, We all stroll’d up the steep hill-… To Meldon, girt an’ small; Out where the castle wall stood hi…
Ah! how the looks o’ sky an’ groun… Do change wi’ months a-stealen rou… When northern winds, by starry nig… Do stop in ice the river’s flight; Or brooks in winter rains do zwell…
Well! thanks to you, my faithful… So worksome wi’ your head an’ hand… We seaeved enough to get ageaen My poor vorefather’s plot o’ land. ‘Twer folly lost, an’ cunnen got,
A happy day, a happy year. A zummer Zunday, dazzlen clear, I went athirt vrom Lea to Noke. To goo to church wi’ Fanny’s vo’k… The sky o’ blue did only show
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…
And passing here through evening d… He hastened happy to her door, But found the old folk only two With no more footsteps on the floo… To walk again below the skies
When our downcast looks be smilele… Under others’ wrongs an’ slightens… When our daily deeds be guileless, An’ do meet unkind requitens, You can meake us zome amends
A. Back here, but now, the jobber Jo… Come by, an’ cried, 'Well done, z… I thought as I come down the hill… An’ heärd your zongs a-ringèn sh’i…
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 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,
The church do zeem a touchen zight… When vo’k, a-comen in at door, Do softly tread the long-ail’d vlo… Below the pillar’d arches’ height, Wi’ bells a-pealen,