Aye, the girt elem tree out in lit… Wer a-stannen this mornen, an’ now… Aye, the girt elem tree, so big ro… Where the mowers did goo to their… In the sheaede ov his head, when t…

Oh! when the friends we us’d to kn… 'V a-been a-lost vor years; an’ wh… Zome happy day do come, to show Their feaezen to our eyes ageaen, Do meaeke us look behind, John,

Oh! no, Poll, no! Since they’ve a… The common in, our lew wold nook Don’t seem a-bit as used to look When we had runnen room; Girt banks do shut up ev’ry drong,

Ah! John! how I do love to look At theaese green hollor, an’ the b… Among the withies that do hide The stream, a-growen at the zide; An’ at the road athirt the wide

Aye, Meaester Collins wer a-blest Wi’ greaece, an’ now’s a-gone to r… An’ though his heart did beaet so… ‘S a little child’s, when he did s… The godly wisdom ov his tongue

When snow-white clouds wer thin an… Avore the zummer sky o’ blue, An’ I’d noo ho but how to vind Zome play to entertain my mind; Along the water, as did wind

Jean ax’d what ribbon she should w… ‘Ithin her bonnet to the feaeir? She had woone white, a-gi’ed her w… She stood at Meaery’s chrissenen; She had woone brown, she had woone…

Good morn t’ye, John. How b’ye? h… Zoo you be gwain to market, I do… Why, you be quite a-lwoaded wi’ yo… Ees, Thomas, ees. Why, I’m a-getten rid ov ev’ry go…

News o’ grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi’ breast a-heaven… While vrom zide to zide, wi’ griev… Vell her head, wi’ tears a-creepen

O Poll’s the milk-maid o’ the far… An’ Poll’s so happy out in groun’… Wi’ her white pail below her eaerm As if she wore a goolden crown. An’ Poll don’t zit up half the ni…

Ees; uncle had thik small hwomeste… The leaezes an’ the bits o’ mead, Besides the orcha’d in his prime, An’ copse-wood vor the winter time… His wold black meaere, that draw’d…

O mother, mother! be the teaeties… Here’s father now a-comen down the… Hes got his nitch o’ wood upon his… An’ such a speaeker in en! I’ll b… He’s long enough to reach vrom gro…

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…

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

O when our zun’s a-zinken low, How soft’s the light his feaece do… Upon the backward road our mind Do turn an’ zee a-left behind; When we, in childhood’s days did v…