Summer: I Got Two Vields
I got two vields, an’ I don’t ceaere
What squire mid have a bigger sheaere.
My little zummer-leaeze do stratch
All down the hangen, to a patch
O’ meaed between a hedge an’ rank
Ov elems, an’ a river bank.
Where yollow clotes, in spreaden beds
O’ floaten leaves, do lift their heads
By benden bulrushes an’ zedge
A-swayen at the water’s edge,
Below the withy that do spread
Athirt the brook his grey-leav’d head.
An’ eltrot flowers, milky white,
Do catch the slanten evenen light;
An’ in the meaeple boughs, along
The hedge, do ring the blackbird’s zong;
Or in the day, a-vleen drough
The leafy trees, the whoa’se gookoo
Do zing to mowers that do zet
Their zives on end, an’ stan’ to whet.
From my wold house among the trees
A leaene do goo along the leaeze
O’ yollow gravel, down between
Two mossy banks vor ever green.
An’ trees, a-hangen overhead,
Do hide a trinklen gully-bed,
A-cover’d by a bridge vor hoss
Or man a-voot to come across.
Zoo wi’ my hwomestead, I don’t ceaere
What squire mid have a bigger sheaere!
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