How happy uncle us’d to be O’ zummer time, when aunt an’ he O’ Zunday evenens, eaerm in eaerm… Did walk about their tiny farm, While birds did zing an’ gnats did…

In leaene the gipsies, as we went A-milken, had a-pitch’d their tent… Between the gravel-pit an’ clump O’ trees, upon the little hump: An’ while upon the grassy groun’

At last Jeaene come down stairs,… Wi’ wedden knots upon her breast, A-blushen, while a tear did lie Upon her burnen cheaek half dry; An’ then her Robert, drawen nigh

The brook I left below the rank Ov alders that do sheaede his bank… A-runnen down to dreve the mill Below the knap, 's a runnen still; The creepen days an’ weeks do vill

Vorgi’e me, Jenny, do! an’ rise Thy hangen head an’ teary eyes, An’ speak, vor I’ve a-took in lie… An’ I’ve a-done thee wrong; But I wer twold,—an’ thought 'twe…

’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, Where vo’k be out a-meaeken hay; Where men an’ women, in a string, Do ted or turn the grass, an’ zing… Wi’ cheemen vaices, merry zongs,

’Tis merry ov a zummer’s day, When vo’k be out a-haulen hay, Where boughs, a-spread upon the gr… Do meaeke the staddle big an’ roun… An’ grass do stand in pook, or lie

That’s slowish work, Bob. What’st… Thy pooken don’t goo on not over s… Why I’ve a-pook’d my weaele, lo’k… An’ here I be ageaen a-turnen bac… I’ll work wi’ thee then, Sammy, a…

When we in mornen had a-drow’d The grass or russlen hay abrode, The lit’some maidens an’ the chaps… Wi’ bits o’ nunchens in their laps… Did all zit down upon the knaps

His 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 the…

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,

The dreven scud that overcast The zummer sky is all a-past, An’ softer air, a-blowen drough The quiv’ren boughs, do sheaeke th… Last rain drops off the leaves lik…

When vu’st along theaese road vrom… I zeed ye hwome all up the hill, The poplar tree, so straight an’ t… Did rustle by the watervall; An’ in the leaeze the cows wer all

(Water-lily.) O zummer clote! when the brook’s a… So slow an’ smooth down his zedgy… Upon thy broad leaves so seaefe a-… The water’s top wi’ thy yollow hea…

I got two vields, an’ I don’t cea… What squire mid have a bigger shea… My little zummer-leaeze do stratch All down the hangen, to a patch O’ meaed between a hedge an’ rank

Ah! yesterday, d’ye know, I voun’ Tom Dumpy’s cwoat an’ smock-frock… Below the pollard out in groun’; An’ zoo I slyly stole An’ took the smock-frock up, an’ t…

Sweet Be’mi’ster, that bist a-bou… By green an’ woody hills all round… Wi’ hedges, reachen up between A thousan’ vields o’ zummer green, Where elems’ lofty heads do drow

As I wer out in meaed last week, A-thatchen o’ my little rick, There green young ee-grass, ankle-… Did sheen below the cloudless sky; An’ over hedge in tother groun’,

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…

As I wer readen ov a stwone In Grenley church-yard all alwone… A little maid ran up, wi’ pride To zee me there, an’ push’d a-zide A bunch o’ bennets that did hide

Come out to the parrock, come out… The maidens an’ chaps be a-waiten… There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to pla… Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling u… Come, all the long grass is a-mow’…

There’s what the vo’k do call a ve… Out there, lo’k zee. Why, ’tis an… Ah! zoo do seem. I wunder how do… What is it that do meaeke it, I d… Be hang’d if I can tell, I’m sure…

The windless copse ha’ sheaedy bou… Wi’ blackbirds’ evenen whistles; The hills ha’ sheep upon their bro… The zummerleaeze ha’ thistles: The meaeds be gay in grassy May,

Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr’d The piece o’ corn in Zidelen Plot… An’ work’d about it pretty hard, An’ vound the weather pretty hot. ‘Twer all a-tied an’ zet upright

Since we wer striplens naighbour… The good wold merry times be gone: But we do like to think upon What we’ve a-zeed an’ done. When I wer up a hardish lad,

Zoo after supper wer a-done, They clear’d the teaebles, an’ beg… To have a little bit o’ fun, As long as they mid stop. The wold woones took their pipes t…

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’…

Ah! Jimmy vow’d he’d have the law Ov ouer cousin Poll’s Jack-daw, That had by day his withy jail A-hangen up upon a nail, Ageaen the elem tree, avore

Upon theaese knap I’d sooner be The ivy that do climb the tree, Than bloom the gayest rwose a-tied An’ trimm’d upon the house’s zide. The rwose mid be the maidens’ prid…

When in the evenen the zun’s a-zin… A drowen sheaedes vrom the yollow… An’ mother, weary, 's a-zot a thin… Wi’ vwolded eaerms by the vire at… Then we do zwarm, O,