There’s a bank to zit down, when y’ave danced a reel drough,
An’ a tree over head vor to keep off the dew.
There be rwoses an’ honeyzucks hangèn among
The bushes, to put in thy weäst; an’ the zong
O’ the nightingeäle’s heärd in the hedges all roun’;
An’ I’ll get thee a glow-worm to stick in thy gown.
There’s Meäry so modest, an’ Jenny so smart,
An’ Mag that do love a good rompse to her heart;
There’s Joe at the mill that do zing funny zongs
An’ short-lagged Dick, too, a-waggèn his prongs.
Zoo come to the parrock, come out to the tree,
The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee;
There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels,—
Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels.
Eclogue.
THE VEAIRIES.
Simon an' Samel.
SIMON.
There’s what the vo’k do call a veäiry ring
Out there, lo’k zee. Why, ’tis an oddish thing.
SAMEL.
Ah! zoo do seem. I wunder how do come!
What is it that do meäke it, I do wonder?
