O wild-reaeven west winds; as you… The elems do rock an’ the poplars… An’ weaeve do dreve weaeve in the… Oh! where do ye rise vrom, an’ whe… O wild-reaeven winds I do wish I…

Oh! Bob the fiddler is the pride O’ chaps an’ maidens vur an’ wide; They can’t keep up a merry tide, But Bob is in the middle. If merry Bob do come avore ye,

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…

His aunt an’ uncle,—ah! the kind Wold souls be often in my mind: A better couple never stood In shoes, an’ vew be voun’ so good… _She_ cheer’d the work-vo’k in the…

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

As I wer out in meaed last week, A-thatchen o’ my little rick, There green young ee-grass, ankle-… Did sheen below the cloudless sky; An’ over hedge in tother groun’,

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,

Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they’ve a-dripped in winter w… The hoof-worn ring o’ groun’ below The tree do tell o’ storms or het; The trees in rank along a ledge

Oh! there be angels evermwore, A-passen onward by the door, A-zent to teaeke our jays, or come To bring us zome—O Meaerianne. Though doors be shut, an’ bars be…

In church at Grenley woone mid ze… A beam vrom wall to wall; a tree That’s longer than the church is w… An’ zoo woone end o’n’s drough out… Not cut off short, but bound all r…

Upon the hedge theaese bank did be… Wi’ lwonesome thought untwold in w… I woonce did work, wi’ noo sound t… But my own strokes, an’ chirpen bi… As down the west the zun went wan,

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

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,

The girt wold house o’ mossy stwon… Up there upon the knap alwone, Had woonce a bleaezen kitchen-vier… That cook’d vor poor-vo’k an’ a sq… The very last ov all the reaece

Ah! don’t tell o’ maidens! the woo… Is little lik’ too many maidens be… Not branten, nor spitevul, nor wil… To think o’ what’s right, an’ a he… She’s straight an’ she’s slender,…