Eclogue.
THE ’LOTMENTS.
John and Richard.
JOHN.
Zoo you be in your groun’ then, I do zee,
A-workèn and a-zingèn lik’ a bee.
How do it answer? what d’ye think about it?
D’ye think ’tis better wi’ it than without it?
A-recknèn rent, an’ time, an’ zeed to stock it,
D’ye think that you be any thing in pocket?
RICHARD.
O’, ’tis a goodish help to woone, I’m sure o’t.
If I had not a-got it, my poor bwones
Would now ha’ eäch’d a-crackèn stwones
Upon the road; I wish I had zome mwore o’t
JOHN.
I wish the girt woones had a-got the greäce
To let out land lik’ this in ouer pleäce;
But I do fear there’ll never be nwone vor us,
An’ I can’t tell whatever we shall do:
We be a-most starvèn, an’ we’d goo
To ’merica, if we’d enough to car us
RICHARD.
Why ’twer the squire, good now! a worthy man,
That vu’st brought into ouer pleäce the plan,
He zaid he’d let a vew odd eäcres
