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142 So big, as took my widest strides To straddle halfway down her zides; An’ champèn Vi’let, sprack an’ light, That foam’d an’ pull’d wi’ all her might: An’ Whitevoot, leäzy in the treäce, Wi’ cunnèn looks an’ showsnow [sic]-white feäce; Bezides a baÿ woone, short-taïl Jack, That wer a treäce-hoss or a hack.

How many lwoads o’ vuzz, to scald The milk, thik waggon have a-haul’d! An’ wood vrom copse, an’ poles vor raïls, An’ bavèns wi’ their bushy taïls; An’ loose-ear’d barley, hangèn down Outzide the wheels a’móst to groun’, An’ lwoads o’ haÿ so sweet an’ dry, A-builded straïght, an’ long, an’ high; An’ haÿ-meäkers, a-zittèn roun’ The reäves, a-ridèn hwome vrom groun’, When Jim gi’ed Jenny’s lips a-smack, An’ jealous Dicky whipp’d his back, An’ maïdens scream’d to veel the thumps A-gi’ed by trenches an’ by humps. But he, an’ all his hosses too, ’V a-ben a-done vor years agoo.

the common by our hwome There wer freely-open room, Vor our litty veet to roam By the vuzzen out in bloom. That wi’ prickles kept our lags Vrom the skylark’s nest ov aggs;