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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…
When I led by zummer streams The pride o’ Lea, as naighbours t… While the zun, wi’ evenen beams, Did cast our sheades athirt the wa… Winds a-blowen,
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…
I got two vields, an’ I don’t cea… What squire mid have a bigger shea… My little zummer-leaeze do stratch All down the hangen, to a patch O’ meaed between a hedge an’ rank
1 Since I noo mwore do zee… Up ste{'a}rs or down below, I’ll zit me in the lwonesome ple{'… Where flat-bough’d beech do grow; Below the beeches’ bough, my love,
We zot bezide the leafy wall, Upon the bench at evenfall, While aunt led off our minds wrom… Wi’ veairy teales, I can’t tell w… An’ vound us woone among her stock
At last Jeaene come down stairs,… Wi’ wedden knots upon her breast, A-blushen, while a tear did lie Upon her burnen cheaek half dry; An’ then her Robert, drawen nigh
Ees, last Whit-Monday, I an’ Mea… Got up betimes to mind the deaeiry… An’ gi’ed the milken pails a scrub… An’ dress’d, an’ went to zee the c… Vor up at public-house, by ten
’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, When vo’k be out a-haulèn hay, Where boughs, a-spread upon the gr… Do meäke the staddle big an’ round… An’ grass do stand in pook, or lie
When from the child, that still is… By hand, a father’s hand is gone,— Or when a few-year’d mother dead Has left her children growing on,— When men have left their children…
Now, Fanny, ’tis too bad, you tea… How leäte you be a’ come! Where h… How long you have a-meäde me waït… I thought you werden gwaïn to come… I had a mind to goo back hwome age…
The windless copse ha’ sheaedy bou… Wi’ blackbirds’ evenen whistles; The hills ha’ sheep upon their bro… The zummerleaeze ha’ thistles: The meaeds be gay in grassy May,
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…
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…
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they’ve a-dripped in winter w… The hoof-worn ring o’ groun’ below The tree do tell o’ storms or het; The trees in rank along a ledge