Why thik wold post so long kept out, Upon the knap, his eaerms astrout, A-zenden on the weary veet By where the dree cross roads do meet; An’ I’ve a-come so much thik woy,

To morrow stir so brisk’s you can, An’ get your work up under han’; Vor I an’ Jim, an’ Poll’s young man, Shall goo to feaeir; an’ zoo, If you wull let us gi’e ye a eaerm

When in happy times we met, Then by look an’ deed I show’d, How my love wer all a-zet In the smiles that she bestow’d. She mid have, o’ left an’ right,

While now upon the win’ do zwell The church-bells’ evenen peal, O, Along the bottom, who can tell How touch’d my heart do veel, O. To hear ageaen, as woonce they rung

The girt wold house o’ mossy stwone, Up there upon the knap alwone, Had woonce a bleaezen kitchen-vier, That cook’d vor poor-vo’k an’ a squier. The very last ov all the reaece

There’s thik wold hag, Moll Brown, look… I wish the ugly sly wold witch Would tumble over into ditch; I woulden pull her out not very vast. No, no. I don’t think she’s a bit belie…

Well, Tom, how be’st? Zoo thou’st a-got… Among the leaguers, then, as I’ve a heä… Aye, John, I have, John; an’ I ben’t a… To own it. Why, who woulden do the seäm… We shant goo on lik’ this long, I can t…