The girt wold waggon uncle had, When I wer up a hardish lad, Did stand, a-screen’d vrom het an’… In zummer at the barken geaete, Below the elems’ spreaeden boughs,

When we in mornen had a-drow’d The grass or russlen hay abrode, The lit’some maidens an’ the chaps… Wi’ bits o’ nunchens in their laps… Did all zit down upon the knaps

Aye, the girt elem tree out in lit… Wer a-stannen this mornen, an’ now… Aye, the girt elem tree, so big ro… Where the mowers did goo to their… In the sheaede ov his head, when t…

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,

No, I’m a man, I’m vull a man, You beaet my manhood, if you can. You’ll be a man if you can teaeke All steaetes that household life d… The love-toss’d child, a-croodlen…

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…

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,

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 in the evenen the zun’s a-zin… A drowen sheaedes vrom the yollow… An’ mother, weary, 's a-zot a thin… Wi’ vwolded eaerms by the vire at… Then we do zwarm, O,

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…

Poor Jenny wer her Robert’s bride Two happy years, an’ then he died; An’ zoo the wold vo’k meaede her c… Vorseaeken, to her maiden hwome. But Jenny’s merry tongue wer dum’…

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…

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…

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…

When sycamore leaves wer a-spreade… Green-ruddy, in hedges, Bezide the red doust o’ the ridges… A-dried at Woak Hill; I packed up my goods all a-sheenen