Where the haÿ-meäkers put all their picks an’ their reäkes,
An’ did squot down to snabble their cheese an’ their ceäkes,
An’ did vill vrom their flaggons their cups wi’ their eäle,
An’ did meäke theirzelves merry wi’ joke an’ wi’ teäle.
Ees, we took up a rwope an’ we tied en all round
At the top o’n, wi’ woone end a-hangèn to ground,
An’ we cut, near the ground, his girt stem a’most drough,
An’ we bent the wold head o’n wi’ woone tug or two;
An’ he swaÿ’d all his limbs, an’ he nodded his head,
Till he vell away down like a pillar o’ lead:
An’ as we did run vrom en, there, clwose at our backs,
Oh! his boughs come to groun’ wi’ sich whizzes an’ cracks;
An’ his top wer so lofty that, now he is down,
The stem o’n do reach a-most over the groun’.
Zoo the girt elem tree out in little hwome groun’
Wer a-stannèn this mornèn, an’ now’s a-cut down.
BRINGEN WOONE GWAÏN[1] O’ ZUNDAYS.
Ah! John! how I do love to look
At theäse green hollor, an’ the brook
Among the withies that do hide
The stream, a-growèn at the zide;
An’ at the road athirt the wide
An’ shallow vword, where we young bwoys
Did peärt, when we did goo half-woys,
To bring ye gwaïn o’ Zundays.
Vor after church, when we got hwome.
In evenèn you did always come
To spend a happy hour or two
- ↑ “To bring woone gwaïn,”—to bring one going; to bring one on his way.
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