The dock-leaves that do spread so… Up yonder zunny bank’s green zide, Do bring to mind what we did do At play wi’ dock-leaves years agoo… How we,—when nettles had a-stung

When evenen sheaedes o’ trees do h… A body by the hedge’s zide, An’ twitt’ren birds, wi’ playsome… Do vlee to roost at comen night, Then I do saunter out o’ zight

We took the apples in last week, An’ got, by night, zome eaechen ba… A-stoopen down all day to pick So many up in mawns an’ zacks. An’ there wer Liz so proud an’ pr…

There’s thik wold hag, Moll Brown… I wish the ugly sly wold witch Would tumble over into ditch; I woulden pull her out not very va… No, no. I don’t think she’s a bit…

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

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;

Come, let’s stroll down so vur’s t… Avore the sparklen zun is down: The zummer’s gone, an’ days so fea… As theaese be now a-getten reaere. The night, wi’ mwore than daylight…

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’…

We now mid hope vor better cheer, My smilen wife o’ twice vive year. Let others frown, if thou bist nea… Wi’ hope upon thy brow, Jeaene; Vor I vu’st lov’d thee when thy l…

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…

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…

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…

Last week, when we’d a haul’d the… We went a-nutten out in copse, Wi’ nutten-bags to bring hwome vul… An’ beaky nutten-crooks to pull The bushes down; an’ all o’s wore

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…

The ground is clear. There’s nar… O’ stannen corn a-left out now, Vor win’ to blow or rain to drow; ’Tis all up seaefe in barn or mow. Here’s health to them that plough’…