When dewy fall’s red leaves do vle… Along the grass below the tree, Or lie in yollow beds a-shook Upon the shallow-water’d brook, Or drove 'ithin a sheaedy nook;

‘Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry glea… By the woak tree’s mossy moot, The sheenen grass bleades, timber-… Now do quiver under voot; An’ birds do whissle auver head,

Ov all the cows, among the rest Wer woone that Nanny lik’d the be… An’ after milken us’d to stan’ A-veeden o’ her, vrom her han’, Wi’ grass or hay; an’ she know’d…

As clouds did ride wi’ heaesty fli… An’ woods did swaey upon the heigh… An’ bleaedes o’ grass did sheaeke,… The hedge-row bremble’s swingen bo… I come back hwome where winds did…

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…

O, I be a carter, wi’ my whip A-smacken loud, as by my zide, Up over hill, an’ down the dip, The heavy lwoad do slowly ride. An’ I do haul in all the crops,

Well! thanks to you, my faithful… So worksome wi’ your head an’ hand… We seaeved enough to get ageaen My poor vorefather’s plot o’ land. ‘Twer folly lost, an’ cunnen got,

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…

My love is the maid ov all maidens… Though all mid be comely, Her skin’s lik’ the jessamy blosso… A-spread in the Spring. Her smile is so sweet as a beaeby’…

Sweet Woodley! oh! how fresh an’… Thy leaenes an’ vields be now in… The while the broad-leav’d clotes… In brooks wi’ gil’cups at the brim… An’ yollow cowslip-beds do grow

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

In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi’ the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi’ vew a-left at hwome, When waggons rumbled out ov yard

Good morn t’ye, John. How b’ye? h… Zoo you be gwain to market, I do… Why, you be quite a-lwoaded wi’ yo… Ees, Thomas, ees. Why, I’m a-getten rid ov ev’ry go…

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

Aye, Meaester Collins wer a-blest Wi’ greaece, an’ now’s a-gone to r… An’ though his heart did beaet so… ‘S a little child’s, when he did s… The godly wisdom ov his tongue