’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, 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…

Guy Faux’s night, dost know, we c… A-putten on our woldest traps, Went up the highest o’ the knaps, An’ meaede up such a vier! An’ thou an’ Tom wer all we miss’…

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…

In leaene the gipsies, as we went A-milken, had a-pitch’d their tent… Between the gravel-pit an’ clump O’ trees, upon the little hump: An’ while upon the grassy groun’

Avore we went a-milken, vive Or six o’s here wer all alive A-teaeken bees that zwarm’d vrom h… An’ we’d sich work to catch The hummen rogues, they led us sic…

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…

If mem’ry, when our hope’s a-gone, Could bring us dreams to cheat us… Ov happiness our hearts voun’ true In years we come too quickly droug… What days should come to me, but y…

Pentridge!—oh! my heart’s a-zwelle… Vull o’ jay wi’ vo’k a-tellen Any news o’ thik wold pleaece, An’ the boughy hedges round it, An’ the river that do bound it

Aye, back at Leaedy-Day, you know… I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe; At Leaedy-Day I took my pack O’ rottletraps, an’ turn’d my back Upon the weather-beaeten door,

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…

The woaken tree, a-beaet at night By stormy winds wi’ all their spit… Mid toss his lim’s, an’ ply, an’ m… Wi’ unknown struggles all alwone; An’ when the day do show his head,

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

No; mind thy father. When his ton… Is keen, he’s still thy friend, J… Vor wolder vo’k should warn the yo… How wickedness will end, John; An’ he do know a wicked youth

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,