(Water-lily.) O zummer clote! when the brook’s a… So slow an’ smooth down his zedgy… Upon thy broad leaves so seaefe a-… The water’s top wi’ thy yollow hea…

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

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

No, no! I ben’t a-runnen down The pretty maiden’s o’ the town, Nor wishen o’m noo harm; But she that I would marry vu’st, To sheaere my good luck or my crus…

Now the light o’ the west is a-tur… An’ the men be at hwome vrom groun… An’ the bells be a-zenden all down… From tower, their mwoansome sound. An’ the wind is still,

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…

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

Oh! no, Poll, no! Since they’ve a… The common in, our lew wold nook Don’t seem a-bit as used to look When we had runnen room; Girt banks do shut up ev’ry drong,

A happy day at Whitsuntide, As soon’s the zun begun to vall, We all stroll’d up the steep hill-… To Meldon, girt an’ small; Out where the castle wall stood hi…

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! 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

’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, Where vo’k be out a-meaeken hay; Where men an’ women, in a string, Do ted or turn the grass, an’ zing… Wi’ cheemen vaices, merry zongs,

Why thik wold post so long kept ou… Upon the knap, his eaerms astrout, A-zenden on the weary veet By where the dree cross roads do m… An’ I’ve a-come so much thik woy,

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

Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu’st time—vier n… Wi’ yollow buttons all o’ brass, That glitter’d in the zun lik’ gla… An’ pok’d 'ithin the button-hole