Spring: Easter Zunday
Last Easter Jim put on his blue
Frock cwoat, the vu’st time—vier new;
Wi’ yollow buttons all o’ brass,
That glitter’d in the zun lik’ glass;
An’ pok’d 'ithin the button-hole
A tutty he’d a-begg’d or stole.
A span-new wes’co’t, too, he wore,
Wi’ yollow stripes all down avore;
An’ tied his breeches’ lags below
The knee, wi’ ribbon in a bow;
An’ drow’d his kitty-boots azide,
An’ put his laggens on, an’ tied
His shoes wi’ strings two vingers wide,
Because 'twer Easter Zunday.
An’ after mornen church wer out
He come back hwome, an’ stroll’d about
All down the vields, an’ drough the leaene,
Wi’ sister Kit an’ cousin Jeaene,
A-turnen proudly to their view
His yollow breast an’ back o’ blue.
The lambs did play, the grounds wer green,
The trees did bud, the zun did sheen;
The lark did zing below the sky,
An’ roads wer all a-blown so dry,
As if the zummer wer begun;
An’ he had sich a bit o’ fun!
He meaede the maidens squeael an’ run,
Because 'twer Easter Zunday.
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