gs an' vow'r-han' reels;
While aell the stiff-lagg'd wolder vo'k,
A-zitten roun', do talk an' joke
An' smile to zee their own wold rigs.
A-show'd by our wild geaemes an' jigs.
Vor ever since the vwold church speer
Vu'st prick'd the clouds, vrom year to year,
When grass in meaed did reach woone's knees,
An' blooth did kern in apple-trees,
Zome merry day 'v' a-broke to sheen
Above the dance at Woodcom' green,
An' all o' they that now do lie
So low all roun' the speer so high,
Woonce, vrom the biggest to the leaest,
Had merry hearts at Woodcom' feaest.

Zoo keep it up, an' gi'e it on
To other vo'k when we be gone.
Come otit; vor when the zetten zun
Do leaeve in sheaede our harmless fun,
The moon a-risen in the east
Do gi'e us light at Woodcom' feaest.
Come, Fanny, come! put on thy white,
'Tis merry Woodcom' feaest to night:
There's nothen vor to mwope about,--
Come out, you leaezy jeaede, come out!
An' thou wult be, to woone at leaest,
The prettiest maid at Woodcom' feaest.

THE MILK-MAID O' THE FARM.

O Poll's the milk-maid o' the farm!
An' Poll's so happy out in groun',
Wi' her white pail below her eaerm
As if she wore a goolden crown.

An' Poll don't zit up half the night,
Nor lie vor half the day a-bed;
An' zoo her eyes be sparklen bright,
An' zoo her cheaeks be bloomen red.

In zummer mornens, when the lark
Do rouse the litty lad an' lass
To work, then she's the vu'st to mark
Her steps along the dewy grass.

An' in the evenen, when the zun
Do sheen ageaen the western brows
O' hills, where bubblen brooks do run,
There she do zing bezide her cows.

An' ev'ry cow of hers do stand,
An' never overzet her pail;
Nor try to kick her nimble hand,
Nor switch her wi' her heavy tail.

Noo leaedy, wi' her muff an' vail,
Do walk wi' sich a steaetely tread
As she do, wi' her milken pail
A-balanc'd on her comely head.

An' she, at mornen an' at night,
Do skim the yollow cream, an' mwold
An' wring her cheeses red an' white,
An' zee the butter vetch'd an' roll'd.

An' in the barken or the ground,
The chaps do always do their best
To milk the vu'st their own cows round,
An' then help her to milk the rest.

Zoo Poll's the milk-maid o' the farm!
An' Poll's so happy out in groun',
Wi' her white pail below her eaerm,
As if she wore a goold