achen up her meaeney neck,
An' pullen down good hay vrom reck,
A-meaeken slight o' snow an' sleet;
She don't want you upon her back,
To vall upon the slippery stwones
On Hollyhuel, an' break your bwones,
Or miss, in snow, her hidden track.
No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o' Craglin mill.

Here, Jenny, come pull out your key
An' hansel, wi' zome tidy tea,
The zilver pot that we do owe
To your prize butter at the show,
An' put zome bread upon the bwoard.
Ah! he do smile; now that 'ull do,
He'll stay. Here, Polly, bring a light,
We'll have a happy hour to-night,
I'm thankvul we be in the lew.
No, no, he woont goo hwome to-night,
Not Robin White, o' Craglin mill.

THE HUMSTRUM.

Why woonce, at Chris'mas-tide, avore
The wold year wer a-reckon'd out,
The humstrums here did come about,
A-sounden up at ev'ry door.
But now a bow do never screaepe
A humstrum, any where all round,
An' zome can't tell a humstrum's sheaepe,
An' never heaerd his jinglen sound.
As _ing-an-ing_ did ring the string,
As _ang-an-ang_ the wires did clang.

The strings a-tighten'd lik' to crack
Athirt the canister's tin zide,
Did reach, a glitt'ren, zide by zide,
Above the humstrum's hollow back.
An' there the bwoy, wi' bended stick,
A-strung wi' heaeir, to meaeke a bow,
Did dreve his elbow, light'nen quick,
Athirt the strings from high to low.
As _ing-an-ing_ did ring the string,
As _ang-an-ang_ the wires did clang.

The mother there did stan' an' hush
Her child, to hear the jinglen sound,
The merry maid, a-scrubben round
Her white-steaev'd pail, did stop her brush.
The mis'ess there, vor wold time's seaeke,
Had gifts to gi'e, and smiles to show,
An' meaester, too, did stan' an' sheaeke
His two broad zides, a-chucklen low,
While _ing-an-ing_ did ring the string,
While _ang-an-ang_ the wires did clang.

The players' pockets wer a-strout,
Wi' wold brown pence, a-rottlen in,
Their zwangen bags did soon begin,
Wi' brocks an' scraps, to plim well out.
The childern all did run an' poke
Their heads vrom hatch or door, an' shout
A-runnen back to wolder vo'k.
Why, here! the humstrums be about!
As _ing-an-ing_ did ring the string,
As _ang-an-ang_ the wires did clang.

SHAFTESBURY FEAeIR.

When hillborne Paladore did show
So bright to me down miles below.