ets vor my hand;
Bezide the clote that there did float,
Wi' yollow blossoms, on the river.

When the western zun's a vallen,
What sh'ill vaice is now a-callen
Hwome the deaeiry to the pails;
Who do dreve em on, a-flingen
Wide-bow'd horns, or slowly zwingen
Right an' left their tufty tails?
As they do goo a-huddled drough
The geaete a-leaeden up vrom river.

Bleaeded grass is now a-shooten
Where the vloor wer woonce our vooten,
While the hall wer still in pleaece.
Stwones be looser in the wallen;
Hollow trees be nearer vallen;
Ev'ry thing ha' chang'd its feaece.
But still the neaeme do bide the seaeme--
'Tis Pentridge--Pentridge by the river.

WHEAT.

In brown-leav'd Fall the wheat a-left
'Ithin its darksome bed,
Where all the creaken roller's heft
Seal'd down its lowly head,
Sprung sheaeken drough the crumblen mwold,
Green-yollow, vrom below,
An' bent its bleaedes, a-glitt'ren cwold,
At last in winter snow.
Zoo luck betide
The upland zide,
Where wheat do wride,
In corn-vields wide,
By crowns o' Do'set Downs, O.

An' while the screamen bird-bwoy shook
Wi' little zun-burnt hand,
His clacker at the bright-wing'd rook,
About the zeeded land;
His meaester there did come an' stop
His bridle-champen meaere,
Wi' thankvul heart, to zee his crop
A-comen up so feaeir.
As there awhile
By geaete or stile,
He gi'ed the chile
A cheeren smile,
By crowns o' Do'set Downs, O.

At last, wi' eaers o' darksome red,
The yollow stalks did ply,
A-swayen slow, so heavy 's lead,
In air a-blowen by;
An' then the busy reapers laid
In row their russlen grips,
An' sheaeves, a-leaenen head by head,
Did meaeke the stitches tips.
Zoo food's a-vound,
A-comen round,
Vrom zeed in ground,
To sheaves a-bound,
By crowns o' Do'set Downs, O.

An' now the wheat, in lofty lwoads,
Above the meaeres' broad backs,
Do ride along the cracklen rwoads,
Or dousty waggon-tracks.
An' there, mid every busy pick,
Ha' work enough to do;
An' where, avore, we built woone rick,
Mid theaese year gi'e us two;
Wi' God our friend,
An' wealth to spend,
Vor zome good end,
That times mid mend,
In towns, an' Do'set Downs, O.

Zoo let the merry thatcher veel