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196 J. Oh! I woont do ’t ageän. Oh dear! &emsp;&ensp;Till next time, Anny. Oh my ear! &emsp;&ensp;Oh! Anne, why you’ve a-het my hat &emsp;&ensp;’Ithin the milk, now look at that.

A. Do sar ye right, then, I don’t ceäre. &emsp;&ensp;I’ll thump your noddle,—there—there—there.

oh! the jaÿ our rest did yield, &emsp;At evenèn by the mossy wall, When we’d a-work’d all day a-vield, &emsp;While zummer zuns did rise an’ vall, &emsp;&emsp;As there a-lettèn &emsp;&emsp;Goo all frettèn. An’ vorgettèn all our tweils, We zot among our childern’s smiles.

An’ under skies that glitter’d white, &emsp;The while our smoke, arisèn blue, Did melt in aiëraïr [sic], out o’ zight, &emsp;Above the trees that kept us lew; &emsp;&emsp;Wer birds a-zingèn, &emsp;&emsp;Tongues a-ringèn, Childern springèn, vull o’ jaÿ, A-finishèn the day in plaÿ.

An’ back behind, a-stannèn tall, &emsp;The cliff did sheen to western light; An’ while avore the water-vall, &emsp;A-rottlèn loud, an’ foamèn white. &emsp;&emsp;The leaves did quiver, &emsp;&emsp;Gnots did whiver, By the river, where the pool, In evenèn aïr did glissen cool.