No, no! I ben’t a-runnen down The pretty maiden’s o’ the town, Nor wishen o’m noo harm; But she that I would marry vu’st, To sheaere my good luck or my crus…

When vu’st along theaese road vrom… I zeed ye hwome all up the hill, The poplar tree, so straight an’ t… Did rustle by the watervall; An’ in the leaeze the cows wer all

O when our zun’s a-zinken low, How soft’s the light his feaece do… Upon the backward road our mind Do turn an’ zee a-left behind; When we, in childhood’s days did v…

Ov all the chaps a-burnt so brown By zunny hills an’ hollors, Ov all the whindlen chaps in town Wi’ backs so weak as rollers, There’s narn that’s half so light…

As I wer out in meaed last week, A-thatchen o’ my little rick, There green young ee-grass, ankle-… Did sheen below the cloudless sky; An’ over hedge in tother groun’,

Zoo after supper wer a-done, They clear’d the teaebles, an’ beg… To have a little bit o’ fun, As long as they mid stop. The wold woones took their pipes t…

In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi’ the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi’ vew a-left at hwome, When waggons rumbled out ov yard

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…

The dreven scud that overcast The zummer sky is all a-past, An’ softer air, a-blowen drough The quiv’ren boughs, do sheaeke th… Last rain drops off the leaves lik…

Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr’d The piece o’ corn in Zidelen Plot… An’ work’d about it pretty hard, An’ vound the weather pretty hot. ‘Twer all a-tied an’ zet upright

An’ zoo o’ Monday we got drough Our work betimes, an ax’d a vew Young vo’k vrom Stowe an’ Coom, a… Vrom uncle’s down at Grange, to c… An’ they so spry, wi’ merry smiles…

His aunt an’ uncle,—ah! the kind Wold souls be often in my mind: A better couple never stood In shoes, an’ vew be voun’ so good… _She_ cheer’d the work-vo’k in the…

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…

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…

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;