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…

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,

Ah! John! how I do love to look At theaese green hollor, an’ the b… Among the withies that do hide The stream, a-growen at the zide; An’ at the road athirt the wide

Why tidden vields an’ runnen brook… Nor trees in Spring or fall; An’ tidden woody slopes an’ nooks, Do touch us mwost ov all; An’ tidden ivy that do cling

O AYE! they had woone child bezi… An’ a finer your eyes never met, Twer a dear little fellow that die… In the summer that come wi’ such h… By the mowers, too thoughtless in…

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;

Last week the Browns ax’d nearly… The naighbours to a randy, An’ left us out o’t, girt an’ smal… Vor all we liv’d so handy; An’ zoo I zaid to Dick, “We’ll t…

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…

While now upon the win’ do zwell The church-bells’ evenen peal, O, Along the bottom, who can tell How touch’d my heart do veel, O. To hear ageaen, as woonce they run…

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…

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

Vorgi’e me, Jenny, do! an’ rise Thy hangen head an’ teary eyes, An’ speak, vor I’ve a-took in lie… An’ I’ve a-done thee wrong; But I wer twold,—an’ thought 'twe…

You’ll lose your meaester soon, th… He’s gwain to leaeve his farm, as… At Mielmas; an’ I be zorry vor’n. What, is he then a little bit behi… O no! at Mielmas his time is up,

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…

An’ after that we met wi’ zome O’ Mans’on vo’k, but jist a-come, An’ had a raffle vor a treat All roun’, o’ gingerbread to eat; An’ Tom meaede leaest, wi’ all hi…