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Rh His hat wer broad, his cwoat wer brown, Wi’ two long flaps a-hangèn down; An’ vrom his knee went down a blue Knit stockèn to his buckled shoe; An’ aunt did pull her gown-taïl drough Her pocket-hole, to keep en neat, As she mid walk, or teäke a seat &emsp;By leafy boughs a-zwaÿèn.

An’ vu’st they’d goo to zee their lots O’ pot-eärbs in the geärden plots; An’ he, i’-may-be, by the hatch, Would zee aunt’s vowls upon a patch O’ zeeds, an’ vow if he could catch Em wi’ his gun, they shoudden vlee Noo mwore into their roostèn tree, &emsp;Wi’ leafy boughs a-swaÿèn.

An’ then vrom geärden they did pass Drough orcha’d out to zee the grass, An’ if the apple-blooth, so white, Mid be at all a-touch’d wi’ blight; An’ uncle, happy at the zight, Did guess what cider there mid be In all the orcha’d, tree wi’ tree, &emsp;Wi’ tutties all a-swaÿèn.

An’ then they stump’d along vrom there A-vield, to zee the cows an’ meäre; An’ she, when uncle come in zight, Look’d up, an’ prick’d her ears upright, An’ whicker’d out wi’ all her might; An’ he, a-chucklèn, went to zee The cows below the sheädy tree, &emsp;Wi’ leafy boughs a-swaÿen.

An’ last ov all, they went to know How vast the grass in meäd did grow