In brown-leav’d Fall the wheat a-… 'Ithin its darksome bed, Where all the creaken roller’s hef… Seal’d down its lowly head, Sprung sheaeken drough the crumble…

An’ zoo you didden come athirt, To have zome fun last night: how w… Vor we’d a-work’d wi’ all our migh… To scour the iron things up bright… An’ brush’d an’ scrubb’d the house…

The woaken tree, a-beaet at night By stormy winds wi’ all their spit… Mid toss his lim’s, an’ ply, an’ m… Wi’ unknown struggles all alwone; An’ when the day do show his head,

Oh! there be angels evermwore, A-passen onward by the door, A-zent to teaeke our jays, or come To bring us zome—O Meaerianne. Though doors be shut, an’ bars be…

We took the apples in last week, An’ got, by night, zome eaechen ba… A-stoopen down all day to pick So many up in mawns an’ zacks. An’ there wer Liz so proud an’ pr…

The rook’s nest do rock on the tre… Where vew foes can stand; The martin’s is high, an’ is deep In the steep cliff o’ zand. But thou, love, a-sleepen where vo…

Now the light o’ the west is a-tur… An’ the men be at hwome vrom groun… An’ the bells be a-zenden all down… From tower, their mwoansome sound. An’ the wind is still,

Avore we went a-milken, vive Or six o’s here wer all alive A-teaeken bees that zwarm’d vrom h… An’ we’d sich work to catch The hummen rogues, they led us sic…

Woone’s heart mid leaep wi’ though… In comen manhood light an’ gay When we do teaeke the worold on Vrom our vore-elders dead an’ gone… But days so feaeir in hope’s brigh…

WHEN high hot zuns da strik righ… An’ burn our zweaty fiazen brown, An’ zunny hangens that be nigh Be back’d by hills so blue’s the s… Then while the bells da sweetly ch…

The church do zeem a touchen zight… When vo’k, a-comen in at door, Do softly tread the long-ail’d vlo… Below the pillar’d arches’ height, Wi’ bells a-pealen,

Ah! sad wer we as we did peace the wold church road, wi’ downcast… the while the bells, that mwoaned… above our child a-left asleep, wer now a-zingen all alive

The ground is clear. There’s nar… O’ stannen corn a-left out now, Vor win’ to blow or rain to drow; ’Tis all up seaefe in barn or mow. Here’s health to them that plough’…

Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu’st time—vier n… Wi’ yollow buttons all o’ brass, That glitter’d in the zun lik’ gla… An’ pok’d 'ithin the button-hole

When sheaedes do vall into ev’ry h… An’ reach vrom trees half athirt t… An’ banks an’ walls be a-looken yo… That be a-turn’d to the zun gwain… Drough hay in cock, O,