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…