od here,
Wer glossy green the happy year
That gie'd me woone I lov'd so dear,
An' now ha' lost, O zunny woodlands!

O let me rove ageaen unspied,
Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands!
Along your green-bough'd hedges' zide,
As then I rambled, zunny woodlands!
An' where the missen trees woonce stood,
Or tongues woonce rung among the wood,
My memory shall meaeke em good,
Though you've a-lost em, zunny woodlands!

LEADY-DAY, AN' RIDDEN HOUSE.

Aye, back at Leaedy-Day, you know,
I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe;
At Leaedy-Day I took my pack
O' rottletraps, an' turn'd my back
Upon the weather-beaeten door,
That had a-screen'd, so long avore,
The mwost that theaese zide o' the greaeve,
I'd live to have, or die to seaeve!
My childern, an' my vier-pleaece,
Where Molly wi' her cheerful feaece,
When I'd a-trod my wat'ry road
Vrom night-bedarken'd vields abrode,
Wi' nimble hands, at evenen, blest
Wi' vire an' vood my hard-won rest;
The while the little woones did clim',
So sleek-skinn'd, up from lim' to lim',
Till, strugglen hard an' clingen tight,
They reach'd at last my feaece's height.
All tryen which could soonest hold
My mind wi' little teaeles they twold.
An' ridden house is such a caddle,
I shan't be over keen vor mwore [=o]'t,
Not yet a while, you mid be sure [=o]'t,--
I'd rather keep to woone wold staddle.

Well, zoo, avore the east begun
To redden wi' the comen zun,
We left the beds our mossy thatch
Wer never mwore to overstratch,
An' borrow'd uncle's wold hoss _Dragon_,
To bring the slowly lumbren waggon,
An' when he come, we vell a-packen
The bedsteads, wi' their rwopes an' zacken;
An' then put up the wold eaerm-chair,
An' cwoffer vull ov e'then-ware,
An' vier-dogs, an' copper kittle,
Wi' crocks an' saucepans, big an' little;
An' fryen-pan, vor aggs to slide
In butter round his hissen zide,
An' gridire's even bars, to bear
The drippen steaeke above the gleaere
O' brightly-glowen coals. An' then,
All up o' top o' them ageaen
The woaken bwoard, where we did eat
Our croust o' bread or bit o' meat,--
An' when the bwoard wer up, we tied
Upon the reaeves, along the zide,
The woaeken stools, his glossy meaetes,
Bwoth when he's beaere, or when the pleaetes
Do clatter loud wi' knives, below
Our merry feaeces in a row.
An' put between his lags, turn'd up'ard,
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