J. Oh! I woont do ’t ageän. Oh dear!
Till next time, Anny. Oh my ear!
Oh! Anne, why you’ve a-het my hat
’Ithin the milk, now look at that.
A. Do sar ye right, then, I don’t ceäre.
I’ll thump your noddle,—there—there—there.
DAY’S WORK A-DONE.
And oh! the jaÿ our rest did yield,
At evenèn by the mossy wall,
When we’d a-work’d all day a-vield,
While zummer zuns did rise an’ vall,
As there a-lettèn
Goo all frettèn.
An’ vorgettèn all our tweils,
We zot among our childern’s smiles.
An’ under skies that glitter’d white,
The while our smoke, arisèn blue,
Did melt in aiër, out o’ zight,
Above the trees that kept us lew;
Wer birds a-zingèn,
Tongues a-ringèn,
Childern springèn, vull o’ jaÿ,
A-finishèn the day in plaÿ.
An’ back behind, a-stannèn tall,
The cliff did sheen to western light;
An’ while avore the water-vall,
A-rottlèn loud, an’ foamèn white.
The leaves did quiver,
Gnots did whiver,
By the river, where the pool,
In evenèn aïr did glissen cool.
