An’ smokeless now avore the zun
Did stan’ the ivy-girded tun.
My bwoy did watch the daws’ bright wings
A-flappèn vrom their ivy bow’rs;
My wife did watch my maïd’s light springs,
Out here an’ there vor flow’rs;
And John did zee noo tow’rs, the pleäce
Vor him had only Polly’s feäce.
An’ there, of all that pried about
The walls, I overlook’d em best,
An’ what o’ that? Why, I meäde out
Noo mwore than all the rest:
That there war woonce the nest of zome
That wer a-gone avore we come.
When woonce above the tun the smoke
Did wreathy blue among the trees,
An’ down below, the livèn vo’k,
Did tweil as brisk as bees;
Or zit wi’ weary knees, the while
The sky wer lightless to their tweil.
Eclogue.
JOHN, JEALOUS AT SHROTON FEÄIR.
Jeäne; her Brother; John, her Sweetheart; and Racketèn Joe.
JEÄNE.
I’m thankvul I be out o’ that
Thick crowd, an’ not asquot quite flat.
That ever we should plunge in where the vo’k do drunge
So tight’s the cheese-wring on the veät!
