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Rh An’ out in vield we all zot roun’ A white-stemm’d woak upon the groun’, Where yollor evenèn light did strik’ Drough yollow leaves, that still wer thick &emsp;&emsp;In time o’ nuttèn,

An’ twold ov all the luck we had Among the bushes, good an’ bad! Till all the maïdens left the bwoys, An’ skipp’d about the leäze all woys Vor musherooms, to car back zome, A treat vor father in at hwome. Zoo off we trudg’d wi’ clothes in slents An’ libbets, jis’ lik’ Jack-o’-lents, &emsp;&emsp;Vrom copse a-nuttèn.

took the apples in last week, An’ got, by night, zome eächèn backs A-stoopèn down all day to pick So many up in mawns an’ zacks. An’ there wer Liz so proud an’ prim, An’ dumpy Nan, an’ Poll so sly; An’ dapper Tom, an’ loppèn Jim, An’ little Dick, an’ Fan, an’ I.

An’ there the lwoaded tree bent low, Behung wi’ apples green an’ red; An’ springèn grass could hardly grow, Drough windvalls down below his head. An’ when the maïdens come in roun’ The heavy boughs to vill their laps, We slily shook the apples down Lik’ haïl, an’ gi’ed their backs some raps.