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here be your childern, a-sheärèn Your feäir-day, an’ each wi’ a feäirèn.

Aye, well, there’s noo peace ’ithout comèn To stannèn an’ show, in the zummer.

An’ how is your Jeäne? still as merry As ever, wi’ cheaks lik’ a cherry?

Still merry, but beauty’s as feädesome ’S the rain’s glowèn bow in the zummer.

Well now, I do hope we shall vind ye Come soon, wi’ your childern behind ye, To Stowe, while o’ bwoth zides o’ hedges, The zunsheen do glow in the zummer.

Well, aye, when the mowèn is over, An’ ee-grass do whiten wi’ clover. A man’s a-tired out, vor much walken, The while he do mow in the zummer.