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,