O wild-reaeven west winds; as you… The elems do rock an’ the poplars… An’ weaeve do dreve weaeve in the… Oh! where do ye rise vrom, an’ whe… O wild-reaeven winds I do wish I…

The sheaedeless darkness o’ the ni… Can never blind my mem’ry’s zight; An’ in the storm, my fancy’s eyes Can look upon their own blue skies… The laggen moon mid fail to rise,

When dewy fall’s red leaves do vle… Along the grass below the tree, Or lie in yollow beds a-shook Upon the shallow-water’d brook, Or drove 'ithin a sheaedy nook;

When vu’st the breaken day is red, An’ grass is dewy wet, An’ roun’ the blackberry’s a-sprea… The spider’s gliss’nen net, Then I do dreve the cows across

Last week, when we’d a haul’d the… We went a-nutten out in copse, Wi’ nutten-bags to bring hwome vul… An’ beaky nutten-crooks to pull The bushes down; an’ all o’s wore

We took the apples in last week, An’ got, by night, zome eaechen ba… A-stoopen down all day to pick So many up in mawns an’ zacks. An’ there wer Liz so proud an’ pr…

Come, let’s stroll down so vur’s t… Avore the sparklen zun is down: The zummer’s gone, an’ days so fea… As theaese be now a-getten reaere. The night, wi’ mwore than daylight…

When leaezers wi’ their laps o’ co… Noo longer be a-stoopen, An’ in the stubble, all vorlorn, Noo poppies be a-droopen; When theaese young harvest-moon do…

The woaken tree, a-beaet at night By stormy winds wi’ all their spit… Mid toss his lim’s, an’ ply, an’ m… Wi’ unknown struggles all alwone; An’ when the day do show his head,

An’ zoo’s the day wer warm an’ bri… An’ nar a cloud wer up in zight, We wheedled father vor the meaere An’ cart, to goo to Shrodon feaei… An’ Poll an’ Nan run off up stair…

An’ after that we met wi’ zome O’ Mans’on vo’k, but jist a-come, An’ had a raffle vor a treat All roun’, o’ gingerbread to eat; An’ Tom meaede leaest, wi’ all hi…

Come, bring a log o’ cleft wood,… An’ fling en on ageaen the back, An’ zee the outside door is vast,— The win’ do blow a cwoldish blast. Come, so’s! come, pull your chairs…

Guy Faux’s night, dost know, we c… A-putten on our woldest traps, Went up the highest o’ the knaps, An’ meaede up such a vier! An’ thou an’ Tom wer all we miss’…

Good morn t’ye, John. How b’ye? h… Zoo you be gwain to market, I do… Why, you be quite a-lwoaded wi’ yo… Ees, Thomas, ees. Why, I’m a-getten rid ov ev’ry go…

You’ll lose your meaester soon, th… He’s gwain to leaeve his farm, as… At Mielmas; an’ I be zorry vor’n. What, is he then a little bit behi… O no! at Mielmas his time is up,

How merry, wi’ the cider cup, We kept poor Fanny’s be’th-day up… An’ how our busy tongues did run An’ hands did wag, a-meaeken fun! What playsome anticks zome [=o]'s…

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…

I do seem to zee Grammer as she d… Vor to show us, at Chris’mas, her… An’ her flat spreaden bonnet so bi… As a girt pewter dish a-turn’d ups… When we all did draw near

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;

When, leaete o’ nights, above the… By thik wold house, the moon do sh… A leaedy there, a-hangen low Her head, 's a-walken to an’ fro In robes so white’s the driven sno…

In happy days when I wer young, An’ had noo ho, an’ laugh’d an’ zu… The maid wer merry by her cow, An’ men wer merry wi’ the plough; But never talk’d, at hwome or out

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…

Ah! naighbour John, since I an’ y… Wer youngsters, ev’ry thing is new… My father’s vires wer all o’ logs O’ cleft-wood, down upon the dogs Below our clavy, high, an’ brode

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,

Come down to-morrow night; an’ min… Don’t leaeve thy fiddle-bag behind… We’ll sheaeke a lag, an’ drink a c… O’ eaele, to keep wold Chris’mas… An’ let thy sister teaeke thy eaer…

An’ zoo you didden come athirt, To have zome fun last night: how w… Vor we’d a-work’d wi’ all our migh… To scour the iron things up bright… An’ brush’d an’ scrubb’d the house…

Why, rain or sheen, or blow or sno… I zaid, if I could stand so’s, I’d come, vor all a friend or foe, To sheaeke ye by the hand, so’s; An’ spend, wi’ kinsvo’k near an’ d…

Ees: now mahogany’s the goo, An’ good wold English woak won’t… I wish vo’k always mid avvword Hot meals upon a woaken bwoard, As good as thik that took my cup

The rook’s nest do rock on the tre… Where vew foes can stand; The martin’s is high, an’ is deep In the steep cliff o’ zand. But thou, love, a-sleepen where vo…

Meary-Ann wer alwone wi’ her beae… In her house wi’ the trees over he… Vor her husban’ wer out in the nig… In his business a-tweilen vor brea… An’ she, as the wind in the elems…

O mother, mother! be the teaeties… Here’s father now a-comen down the… Hes got his nitch o’ wood upon his… An’ such a speaeker in en! I’ll b… He’s long enough to reach vrom gro…

This is a darkish evenen; b’ye a-f… O’ zights? Theaese leaene’s a-hau… No, I be’nt much a-feaer’d. If vo… To over-reach me while they be ali… I don’t much think the dead wull h…

O Jenny, don’t sobby! vor I shall… Noo might under heaven shall peaer… My heart will be cwold, Jenny, wh… The zwell o’ thy bosom, thy eyes’… My kinsvo’k would fain zee me teae…

Ah! don’t tell o’ maidens! the woo… Is little lik’ too many maidens be… Not branten, nor spitevul, nor wil… To think o’ what’s right, an’ a he… She’s straight an’ she’s slender,…

If I had all the land my zight Can overlook vrom Chalwell hill, Vrom Sherborn left to Blanvord ri… Why I could be but happy still. An’ I be happy wi’ my spot

No, no! I ben’t a-runnen down The pretty maiden’s o’ the town, Nor wishen o’m noo harm; But she that I would marry vu’st, To sheaere my good luck or my crus…

Ees; uncle had thik small hwomeste… The leaezes an’ the bits o’ mead, Besides the orcha’d in his prime, An’ copse-wood vor the winter time… His wold black meaere, that draw’d…

Ah! ev’ry day mid bring a while O’ eaese vrom all woone’s ceaere a… The welcome evenen, when ’tis swee… Vor tired friends wi’ weary veet, But litsome hearts o’ love, to mee…

The girt wold waggon uncle had, When I wer up a hardish lad, Did stand, a-screen’d vrom het an’… In zummer at the barken geaete, Below the elems’ spreaeden boughs,

In the common by our hwome There wer freely-open room, Vor our litty veet to roam By the vuzzen out in bloom. That wi’ prickles kept our lags

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,

Oh! when the friends we us’d to kn… 'V a-been a-lost vor years; an’ wh… Zome happy day do come, to show Their feaezen to our eyes ageaen, Do meaeke us look behind, John,

Poor Jenny wer her Robert’s bride Two happy years, an’ then he died; An’ zoo the wold vo’k meaede her c… Vorseaeken, to her maiden hwome. But Jenny’s merry tongue wer dum’…

Ov all the cows, among the rest Wer woone that Nanny lik’d the be… An’ after milken us’d to stan’ A-veeden o’ her, vrom her han’, Wi’ grass or hay; an’ she know’d…

When the warm zummer breeze do blo… An’ the vlock’s a-spread over the… When the vaice o’ the busy wold sh… An’ the sheep-bells do tinkle all… Where noo tree vor a sheaede but t…

Don’t try to win a maiden’s heart, To leaeve her in her love,—'tis wr… ’Tis bitter to her soul to peaert Wi’ woone that is her sweetheart l… A maid’s vu’st love is always stro…

No; mind thy father. When his ton… Is keen, he’s still thy friend, J… Vor wolder vo’k should warn the yo… How wickedness will end, John; An’ he do know a wicked youth

In church at Grenley woone mid ze… A beam vrom wall to wall; a tree That’s longer than the church is w… An’ zoo woone end o’n’s drough out… Not cut off short, but bound all r…

When evenen sheaedes o’ trees do h… A body by the hedge’s zide, An’ twitt’ren birds, wi’ playsome… Do vlee to roost at comen night, Then I do saunter out o’ zight

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,

While zome, a-gwain from pleaece t… Do daily meet wi’ zome new feaece, When my day’s work is at an end, Let me zit down at hwome, an’ spen… A happy hour wi’ zome wold friend,

When music, in a heart that’s true… Do kindle up wold loves anew, An’ dim wet eyes, in feaeirest lig… Do zee but inward fancy’s zights; When creepen years, wi’ with’ren b…

Why tidden vields an’ runnen brook… Nor trees in Spring or fall; An’ tidden woody slopes an’ nooks, Do touch us mwost ov all; An’ tidden ivy that do cling

Why ees, aunt Anne’s a little sta… But kind an’ merry, poor wold maid… If we don’t cut her heart wi’ slig… She’ll zit an’ put our things to r… Upon a hard day’s work, o’ nights;

A new house! Ees, indeed! a small Straight, upstart thing, that, aft… Do teaeke in only half the groun’ The wold woone did avore 'twer dow… Wi’ little windows straight an’ fl…

Ov all the chaps a-burnt so brown By zunny hills an’ hollors, Ov all the whindlen chaps in town Wi’ backs so weak as rollers, There’s narn that’s half so light…

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…

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…

The house where I wer born an’ br… Did own his woaken door, John, When vu’st he shelter’d father’s h… An’ gramfer’s long avore, John. An’ many a ramblen happy chile,