An' _horn_ vor _eyes_ is horn vor light,
Vrom Goodman's lantern after night;
_Horn_ vor the _ears_ is woone to sound
Vor hunters out wi' ho'se an' hound;
But _horn_ that vo'k do buy to smell o'
Is _hart's-horn_. J. Is it? What d'ye tell o'
How proud we be, vor ben't we smart?
Aye, _horn_ is _horn_, an' hart is hart.
Well here then, Anne, while we be at it,
'S a ball vor you if you can bat it.
On dree-lags, two-lags, by the zide
O' vower-lags, woonce did zit wi' pride,
When vower-lags, that velt a prick,
Vrom zix-lags, het two lags a kick.
An' two an' dree-lags vell, all vive,
Slap down, zome dead an' zome alive.
A. Teeh! heeh! what have ye now then, Joe,
At last, to meaeke a riddle o'?
J. Your dree-lagg'd stool woone night did bear
Up you a milken wi' a peaeir;
An' there a zix-lagg'd stout did prick
Your vow'r-lagg'd cow, an meaeke her kick,
A-hetten, wi' a pretty pat,
Your stool an' you so flat's a mat.
You scrambled up a little dirty,
But I do hope it didden hurt ye.
A. You hope, indeed! a likely ceaese,
Wi' thik broad grin athirt your feaece
You saucy good-vor-nothen chap,
I'll gi'e your grinnen feaece a slap,
Your drawlen tongue can only run
To turn a body into fun.
J. Oh! I woont do 't ageaen. 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 ceaere.
I'll thump your noddle,--there--there--there.
DAY'S WORK A-DONE.
And oh! the jay our rest did yield,
At evenen by the mossy wall,
When we'd a-work'd all day a-vield,
While zummer zuns did rise an' vall;
As there a-letten
Goo all fretten,
An' vorgetten all our tweils,
We zot among our childern's smiles.
An' under skies that glitter'd white,
The while our smoke, arisen blue,
Did melt in aier, out o' zight,
Above the trees that kept us lew;
Wer birds a-zingen,
Tongues a-ringen,
Childern springen, vull o' jay,
A-finishen the day in play.
An' back behind, a-stannen tall,
The cliff did sheen to western light;
An' while avore the water-vall,
A-rottlen loud, an' foamen white.
The leaves did quiver,
Gnots did whiver,
By the river, where the pool,
In evenen air did glissen cool.
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