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o catch an' drink it, bright an' cool, A-vallen light 'ithin the pool. Zoo when, at last, I hung my head Wi' thirsty lips a-burnen dry, I come bezide a river-bed Where water flow'd so blue's the sky; An' there I meaede me up O' coltsvoot leaf a cup, Where water vrom his lip o' gray, Wer sweet to sip thik burnen day. But when our work is right, a jay Do come to bless us in its train, An' hardships ha' zome good to pay The thoughtvul soul vor all their paein: The het do sweeten sheaede, An' weary lim's ha' meaede A bed o' slumber, still an' sound, By woody hill or grassy mound. An' while I zot in sweet delay Below an elem on a hill, Where boughs a-halfway up did sway In sheaedes o' lim's above em still, An' blue sky show'd between The flutt'ren leaeves o' green; I woulden gi'e that gloom an' sheaede Vor any room that weaelth ha' meaede. But oh! that vo'k that have the roads Where weary-vooted souls do pass, Would leaeve bezide the stwone vor lwoads, A little strip vor zummer grass; That when the stwones do bruise An' burn an' gall our tooes, We then mid cool our veet on beds O' wild-thyme sweet, or deaeisy-heads. THE LEANE. They do zay that a travellen chap Have a-put in the newspeaeper now, That the bit o' green ground on the knap Should be all a-took in vor the plough. He do fancy 'tis easy to show That we can be but stunpolls at best, Vor to leaeve a green spot where a flower can grow, Or a voot-weary walker mid rest. Tis hedge-grubben, Thomas, an' ledge-grubben, Never a-done While a sov'ren mwore's to be won. The road, he do zay, is so wide As 'tis wanted vor travellers' wheels, As if all that did travel did ride An' did never get galls on their heels. He would leaeve sich a thin strip o' groun', That, if a man's veet in his shoes Wer a-burnen an' zore, why he coulden zit down But the wheels would run over his tooes. Vor 'tis meaeke money, Thomas, an' teaeke money, What's zwold an' bought Is all that is worthy o' thought. Years agoo the leaene-zides did bear grass, Vor to pull wi' the geeses' red bills, That did hiss at the vo'k that did pass, Or the bwoys that pick'd up their white quills. But shortly, if vower or vive Ov our goslens do creep vrom the agg, They must mwope in the ge
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