Her heart’s so innocent an’ kind,
She idden thoughtless, but do mind
Her mother an’ her duty;
An’ livèn blushes, that do spread
Upon her healthy feäce o’ red,
Do heighten all her beauty;
So quick’s a bird, so neat’s a cat,
So cheerful in her neätur,
The best o’ maïdens to come at
’S a farmer’s woldest dā’ter.
UNCLE OUT O’ DEBT AN’ OUT O’ DANGER.
Ees; uncle had thik small hwomestead,
The leäzes an’ the bits o’ mead,
Besides the orcha’d in his prime,
An’ copse-wood vor the winter time.
His wold black meäre, that draw’d his cart,
An’ he, wer seldom long apeärt;
Vor he work’d hard an’ païd his woy,
An’ zung so litsom as a bwoy,
As he toss’d an’ work’d,
An blow’d an’ quirk’d,
“I’m out o’ debt an’ out o’ danger,
An’ I can feäce a friend or stranger;
I’ve a vist vor friends, an’ I’ll vind a peäir
Vor the vu’st that do meddle wi’ me or my meäre.
His meäre’s long vlexy vetlocks grow’d
Down roun’ her hoofs so black an’ brode;
Her head hung low, her taïl reach’d down
A-bobbèn nearly to the groun’.
The cwoat that uncle mwostly wore
Wer long behind an’ straïght avore,
