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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
When sheaedes do vall into ev’ry h… An’ reach vrom trees half athirt t… An’ banks an’ walls be a-looken yo… That be a-turn’d to the zun gwain… Drough hay in cock, O,
No, I’m a man, I’m vull a man, You beaet my manhood, if you can. You’ll be a man if you can teaeke All steaetes that household life d… The love-toss’d child, a-croodlen…
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…
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…
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…
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
Though cool avore the sheenen sky Do vall the sheaedes below the cop… The timber-trees, a-reachen high, Ha’ zunsheen on their lofty tops, Where yonder land’s a-lyen plow’d,
Oh! there be angels evermwore, A-passen onward by the door, A-zent to teaeke our jays, or come To bring us zome—O Meaerianne. Though doors be shut, an’ bars be…
We zot bezide the leafy wall, Upon the bench at evenfall, While aunt led off our minds wrom… Wi’ veairy teales, I can’t tell w… An’ vound us woone among her stock
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 I led by zummer streams The pride o’ Lea, as naighbours t… While the zun, wi’ evenen beams, Did cast our sheades athirt the wa… Winds a-blowen,
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
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
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…