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yesterday, you know, we carr’d &emsp;The piece o’ corn in Zidelèn Plot, An’ work’d about it pretty hard, &emsp;An’ vound the weather pretty hot. ’Twer all a-tied an’ zet upright In tidy hile o’ Monday night; Zoo yesterday in afternoon We zet, in eärnest, ev’ry woone &emsp;&emsp;A-haulèn o’ the corn.

The hosses, wi’ the het an’ lwoad, &emsp;Did froth, an’ zwang vrom zide to zide, A-gwaïn along the dousty road, &emsp;An’ seem’d as if they would a-died. An’ wi’ my collar all undone, An’ neck a-burnèn wi’ the zun, I got, wi’ work, an’ doust, an’ het, So dry at last, I coulden spet, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A-haulèn o’ the corn.

At uncle’s orcha’d, gwaïn along, &emsp;I begged some apples, vor to quench My drith, o’ Poll that wer among &emsp;The trees: but she, a saucy wench, Toss’d over hedge some crabs vor fun. I squaïl’d her, though, an’ meäde her run; An’ zoo she gie’d me, vor a treat, A lot o’ stubberds vor to eat. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A-haulèn o’ the corn.

An’ up at rick, Jeäne took the flagon, &emsp;An’ gi’ed us out zome eäle; an’ then I carr’d her out upon the waggon, &emsp;Wi’ bread an’ cheese to gi’e the men.