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58 &emsp;An’ she a-steärèn in a fright, &emsp;Wer glad enough to zee em light &emsp;&emsp;Where we did keep our flagon.

An’ when white clover wer a-sprung Among the eegrass, green an’ young, An’ elder-flowers wer a-spread Among the rwosen white an’ red, An’ honeyzucks wi’ hangèn head,— &emsp;O’ Zunday evenèns we did zit &emsp;To look all roun’ the grounds a bit, &emsp;&emsp;Where we’d a-kept our flagon.

aunt an’ uncle,—ah! the kind Wold souls be often in my mind: A better couple never stood In shoes, an’ vew be voun’ so good. She cheer’d the work-vo’k in their tweils Wi’ timely bits an’ draps, an’ smiles; An’ he païd all o’m at week’s end, Their money down to goo an’ spend.

In zummer, when week’s end come roun’ The haÿ-meäkers did come vrom groun’, An’ all zit down, wi’ weary bwones, Within the yard a-peäved wi’ stwones, Along avore the peäles, between The yard a-steän’d an’ open green. There women zot wi’ bare-neck’d chaps, An’ maïdens wi’ their sleeves an’ flaps To screen vrom het their eärms an’ polls, An’ men wi’ beards so black as coals: