Come out o’ door, ’tis Spring! ’t… The trees be green, the vields be… The weather’s warm, the winter bla… Wi’ all his train o’ clouds, is pa… The zun do rise while vo’k do slee…

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…

O! Meaery, when the zun went down… Woone night in Spring, wi’ vi’ry… Behind thik nap wi’ woody crown, An’ left your smilen feaece so dim… Your little sister there, inside,

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…

If souls should only sheen so brig… In heaven as in e’thly light, An’ nothen better wer the ceaese, How comely still, in sheaepe an’ f… Would many reach thik happy pleaec…

Jean ax’d what ribbon she should w… ‘Ithin her bonnet to the feaeir? She had woone white, a-gi’ed her w… She stood at Meaery’s chrissenen; She had woone brown, she had woone…

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;

When vu’st the breaken day is red, An’ grass is dewy wet, An’ roun’ the blackberry’s a-sprea… The spider’s gliss’nen net, Then I do dreve the cows across

Though cool avore the sheenen sky Do vall the sheaedes below the cop… The timber-trees, a-reachen high, Ha’ zunsheen on their lofty tops, Where yonder land’s a-lyen plow’d,

An’ while I zot, wi’ thoughtvul m… Up where the lwonesome Coombs do… An’ watch’d the little gully slide So crooked to the river-zide; I thought how wrong the Stour did…

O spread ageaen your leaves an’ fl… Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlan… Here underneath the dewy show’rs O’ warm-air’d spring-time, zunny w… As when, in drong or open ground,

When wintry weather’s all a-done, An’ brooks do sparkle in the zun, An’ naisy-builden rooks do vlee Wi’ sticks toward their elem tree; When birds do zing, an’ we can zee

’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, Where vo’k be out a-meaeken hay; Where men an’ women, in a string, Do ted or turn the grass, an’ zing… Wi’ cheemen vaices, merry zongs,

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,

O Poll’s the milk-maid o’ the far… An’ Poll’s so happy out in groun’… Wi’ her white pail below her eaerm As if she wore a goolden crown. An’ Poll don’t zit up half the ni…