n an' young,
An' elder-flowers wer a-spread
Among the rwosen white an' red,
An' honeyzucks wi' hangen head,--
O' Zunday evenens we did zit
To look all roun' the grounds a bit,
Where we'd a-kept our flagon.

WEEK'S END IN ZUMMER, IN THE WOLD VO'K'S TIME.

His aunt an' uncle,--ah! the kind
Wold souls be often in my mind:
A better couple never stood
In shoes, an' vew be voun' so good.
_She_ cheer'd the work-vo'k in their tweils
Wi' timely bits an' draps, an' smiles;
An' _he_ paid all o'm at week's end,
Their money down to goo an' spend.

In zummer, when week's end come roun'
The hay-meaekers did come vrom groun',
An' all zit down, wi' weary bwones,
Within the yard a-peaeved wi' stwones,
Along avore the peaeles, between
The yard a-steaen'd an' open green.
There women zot wi' bare-neck'd chaps,
An' maidens wi' their sleeves an' flaps
To screen vrom het their eaerms an' polls.
An' men wi' beards so black as coals:
Girt stocky Jim, an' lanky John,
An' poor wold Betty dead an' gone;
An' cleaen-grown Tom so spry an' strong,
An' Liz the best to pitch a zong,
That now ha' nearly half a score
O' childern zwarmen at her door;
An' whindlen Ann, that cried wi' fear
To hear the thunder when 'twer near,--
A zickly maid, so peaele's the moon,
That voun' her zun goo down at noon;
An' blushen Jeaene so shy an' meek,
That seldom let us hear her speak,
That wer a-coorted an' undone
By Farmer Woodley's woldest son;
An' after she'd a-been vorzook,
Wer voun' a-drown'd in Longmeaed brook.

An' zoo, when _he_'d a-been all roun',
An' paid em all their wages down,
_She_ us'd to bring vor all, by teaele
A cup o' cider or ov eaele,
An' then a tutty meaede o' lots
O' blossoms vrom her flower-nots,
To wear in bands an' button-holes
At church, an' in their evenen strolls.
The pea that rangled to the oves,
An' columbines an' pinks an' cloves,
Sweet rwosen vrom the prickly tree,
An' jilliflow'rs, an' jessamy;
An' short-liv'd pinies, that do shed
Their leaves upon a eaerly bed.
She didden put in honeyzuck:
She'd nwone, she zaid, that she could pluck
Avore wild honeyzucks, a-vound
In ev'ry hedge ov ev'ry ground.

Zoo maid an' woman, bwoy an' man,
Went off, while zunzet air did fan
Their merry zunburnt feaezen; zome
Down leaene, an' zome drough parrocks hwome.

Ah! who can tell, that ha