‘Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry glea… By the woak tree’s mossy moot, The sheenen grass bleades, timber-… Now do quiver under voot; An’ birds do whissle auver head,

Oh! I be shepherd o’ the farm, Wi’ tinklen bells an’ sheep-dog’s… An’ wi’ my crook a-thirt my eaerm, Here I do rove below the lark. An’ I do bide all day among

When in the evenen the zun’s a-zin… A drowen sheaedes vrom the yollow… An’ mother, weary, 's a-zot a thin… Wi’ vwolded eaerms by the vire at… Then we do zwarm, O,

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;

In happy times a while agoo, My lively hope, that’s now a-gone Did stir my heart the whole year d… But mwost when green-bough’d sprin… When I did rove, wi’ litty veet,

Oh! there be angels evermwore, A-passen onward by the door, A-zent to teaeke our jays, or come To bring us zome—O Meaerianne. Though doors be shut, an’ bars be…

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,

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…

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

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

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…

Since we wer striplens naighbour… The good wold merry times be gone: But we do like to think upon What we’ve a-zeed an’ done. When I wer up a hardish lad,

Last night below the elem in the l… Bright the sky did gleam On water blue, while air did softl… On the flowen stream, An’ there wer gil’cups’ buds untwo…

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…

Ah! Jimmy vow’d he’d have the law Ov ouer cousin Poll’s Jack-daw, That had by day his withy jail A-hangen up upon a nail, Ageaen the elem tree, avore