Ah! sad wer we as we did peace the wold church road, wi’ downcast… the while the bells, that mwoaned… above our child a-left asleep, wer now a-zingen all alive

Now the sheaedes o’ the elems do s… Vrom the low-zinken zun in the wes… An’ the maidens do stand out in cl… The doors, vor to chatty an’ zee v… An’ their cwombs be a-zet in their…

My love is the maid ov all maidens… Though all mid be comely, Her skin’s lik’ the jessamy blosso… A-spread in the Spring. Her smile is so sweet as a beaeby’…

I do seem to zee Grammer as she d… Vor to show us, at Chris’mas, her… An’ her flat spreaden bonnet so bi… As a girt pewter dish a-turn’d ups… When we all did draw near

WHEN high hot zuns da strik righ… An’ burn our zweaty fiazen brown, An’ zunny hangens that be nigh Be back’d by hills so blue’s the s… Then while the bells da sweetly ch…

Zoo you be in your groun’ then, I… A-worken and a-zingen lik’ a bee. How do it answer? what d’ye think… D’ye think ’tis better wi’ it than… A-recknen rent, an’ time, an’ zeed…

Since I noo mwore do zee your fea… Up steaeirs or down below, I’ll zit me in the lwonesome pleae… Where flat-bough’d beech do grow: Below the beeches’ bough, my love,

Good morn t’ye, John. How b’ye? h… Zoo you be gwain to market, I do… Why, you be quite a-lwoaded wi’ yo… Ees, Thomas, ees. Why, I’m a-getten rid ov ev’ry go…

And passing here through evening d… He hastened happy to her door, But found the old folk only two With no more footsteps on the floo… To walk again below the skies

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…

Sweet Be’mi’ster, that bist a-bou… By green an’ woody hills all round… Wi’ hedges, reachen up between A thousan’ vields o’ zummer green, Where elems’ lofty heads do drow

When evenen is a-drawen in, I’ll steal vrom others’ naisy din; An’ where the whirlen brook do rol… Below the walnut-tree, I’ll strol… An’ think o’ thee wi’ all my soul,

Meary-Ann wer alwone wi’ her beae… In her house wi’ the trees over he… Vor her husban’ wer out in the nig… In his business a-tweilen vor brea… An’ she, as the wind in the elems…

The girt wold house o’ mossy stwon… Up there upon the knap alwone, Had woonce a bleaezen kitchen-vier… That cook’d vor poor-vo’k an’ a sq… The very last ov all the reaece