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

By the brow o’ thik hangen I spen… In the house that did peep out bet… The dree woaks, that in winter avw… An’ in zummer their sheaede to the… An’ there, as in zummer we play’d…

We now mid hope vor better cheer, My smilen wife o’ twice vive year. Let others frown, if thou bist nea… Wi’ hope upon thy brow, Jeaene; Vor I vu’st lov’d thee when thy l…

Last week the Browns ax’d nearly… The naighbours to a randy, An’ left us out o’t, girt an’ smal… Vor all we liv’d so handy; An’ zoo I zaid to Dick, “We’ll t…

Ov all the housen o’ the pleaece, There’s woone where I do like to… By day or night the best ov all, To zee my Fanny’s smilen feaece; An’ there the steaetely trees do g…

O! Meaery, when the zun went down… Woone night in Spring, wi’ vi’ry… Behind thik nap wi’ woody crown, An’ left your smilen feaece so dim… Your little sister there, inside,

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…

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,

When out below the trees, that dro… Their scraggy lim’s athirt the roa… While evenen zuns, a’most a-zet, Gi’ed goolden light, but little he… The merry chaps an’ maidens met,

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…

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…

The winter clouds, that long did h… The zun, be all a-blown azide, An’ in the light, noo longer dim, Do sheen the ivy that do clim’ The tower’s zide an’ elem’s stim;

Oh! no, Poll, no! Since they’ve a… The common in, our lew wold nook Don’t seem a-bit as used to look When we had runnen room; Girt banks do shut up ev’ry drong,

As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with girls at play… By leafy boughs close-hemmed aroun… And there, with stores of harmless…

O, I be a carter, wi’ my whip A-smacken loud, as by my zide, Up over hill, an’ down the dip, The heavy lwoad do slowly ride. An’ I do haul in all the crops,