loughs,
An' vor my deaeiry fifty cows;
If Grenley Water winded down
Drough two good miles o' my own groun';
If half ov Ashknowle Hill wer brown
Wi' my own corn,--noo growen pride
Should ever meaeke me cast azide
The maid o' Grenley Water.

THE VEAIRY VEET THAT I DO MEET.

When dewy fall's red leaves do vlee
Along the grass below the tree,
Or lie in yollow beds a-shook
Upon the shallow-water'd brook,
Or drove 'ithin a sheaedy nook;
Then softly, in the evenen, down
The knap do steal along the groun'
The veaeiry veet that I do meet
Below the row o' beech trees.

'Tis jist avore the candle-light
Do redden windows up at night,
An' peaeler stars do light the vogs
A-risen vrom the brooks an' bogs,
An' when in barkens yoppen dogs
Do bark at vo'k a-comen near,
Or growl a-lis'enen to hear
The veaeiry veet that I do meet
Below the row o' beech trees.

Dree times a-year do bless the road
O' womanhood a-gwain abrode:
When vu'st her litty veet do tread
The eaerly May's white deaeisy bed:
When leaves be all a-scattered dead;
An' when the winter's vrozen grass
Do glissen in the zun lik' glass
Vor veaeiry veet that I do meet
Below the row o' beech trees.

MORNEN.

When vu'st the breaken day is red,
An' grass is dewy wet,
An' roun' the blackberry's a-spread
The spider's gliss'nen net,
Then I do dreve the cows across
The brook that's in a vog,
While they do trot, an' bleaere, an' toss
Their heads to hook the dog;
Vor the cock do gi'e me warnen,
An' light or dark,
So brisk's a lark,
I'm up at break o' mornen.

Avore the maiden's sleep's a-broke
By window-striken zun,
Avore the busy wife's vu'st smoke
Do curl above the tun,
My day's begun. An' when the zun
'S a-zinken in the west,
The work the mornen brought's a-done,
An' I do goo to rest,
Till the cock do gi'e me warnen;
An' light or dark,
So brisk's a lark,
I'm up ageaen nex' mornen.

We can't keep back the daily zun,
The wind is never still,
An' never ha' the streams a-done
A-runnen down at hill.
Zoo they that ha' their work to do,
Should do't so soon's they can;
Vor time an' tide will come an' goo,
An' never wait vor man,
As the cock do gi'e me warnen;
When, light or dark,
So brisk's a la