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144 Ees; while the ragged colts did crop The nibbled grass, I used to hop The emmet-buts, vrom top to top, &emsp;So proud o’ my spry jumps: Wi’ thee behind or at my zide, A-skippèn on so light an’ wide ’S thy little frock would let thee stride, &emsp;Among the vuzzy humps.

Ah while the lark up over head Did twitter, I did search the red Thick bunch o’ broom, or yollow bed &emsp;O’ vuzzen vor a nest; An’ thou di’st hunt about, to meet Wi’ strawberries so red an’ sweet, Or clogs or shoes off hosses veet, &emsp;Or wild thyme vor thy breast;

Or when the cows did run about A-stung, in zummer, by the stout, Or when they plaÿ’d, or when they foüght, &emsp;Di’st stand a-lookèn on: An’ where white geese, wi’ long red bills, Did veed among the emmet-hills, There we did goo to vind their quills &emsp;Alongzide o’ the pon’.

What fun there wer among us, when The haÿward come, wi’ all his men, To drève the common, an’ to pen &emsp;Strange cattle in the pound; The cows did bleäre, the men did shout An’ toss their eärms an’ sticks about, An’ vo’ks, to own their stock, come out &emsp;Vrom all the housen round.