An' childern there, a-runnen wide,
Did play their geaemes along the grove,
Vor though to us 'twer jay to bide
At rest, to them 'twer jay to move.
The while my smilen
Jeaene, beguilen,
All my tweilen, wi' her ceaere,
Did call me to my evenen feaere.

LIGHT OR SHEAeDE.

A Maytide's evenen wer a-dyen,
Under moonsheen, into night,
Wi' a streamen wind a-sighen
By the thorns a-bloomen white.
Where in sheaede, a-zinken deeply,
Wer a nook, all dark but lew,
By a bank, arisen steeply,
Not to let the win' come drough.

Should my love goo out, a-showen
All her smiles, in open light;
Or, in lewth, wi' wind a-blowen,
Stay in darkness, dim to zight?
Stay in sheaede o' bank or wallen,
In the warmth, if not in light;
Words alwone vrom her a-vallen,
Would be jay vor all the night.

THE WAGGON A-STOODED.

_Dree o'm a-ta'ken o't._

(1) Well, here we be, then, wi' the vu'st poor lwoad
O' vuzz we brought, a-stooded in the road.

(2) The road, George, no. There's na'r a road. That's wrong.
If we'd a road, we mid ha' got along.

(1) Noo road! Ees 'tis, the road that we do goo.

(2) Do goo, George, no. The pleaece we can't get drough.

(1) Well, there, the vu'st lwoad we've a-haul'd to day
Is here a-stooded in theaese bed o' clay.
Here's rotten groun'! an' how the wheels do cut!
The little woone's a-zunk up to the nut.

(3) An' yeet this rotten groun' don't reach a lug.

(1) Well, come, then, gi'e the plow another tug.

(2) They meaeres wull never pull the waggon out,
A-lwoaded, an' a-stooded in thik rout.

(3) We'll try. Come, _Smiler_, come! C'up, _Whitevoot_, gee!

(2) White-voot wi' lags all over mud! Hee! Hee!

(3) 'Twoon't wag. We shall but snap our gear,
An' overstrain the meaeres. 'Twoon't wag, 'tis clear.

(1) That's your work, William. No, in coo'se, 'twoon't wag.
Why did ye dr[=e]ve en into theaese here quag?
The vore-wheels be a-zunk above the nuts.

(3) What then? I coulden leaeve the beaeten track,
To turn the waggon over on the back
Ov woone o' theaesem wheel-high emmet-butts.
If you be sich a dr[=e]ver, an' do know't,
You dr[=e]ve the plow, then; but you'll overdrow 't.

(1) I dr[=e]ve the plow, indeed! Oh! ees, what, now
The wheels woont wag, then, _I_ mid dr[=e]ve the plow!
We'd better dig aw