'Tis merry ov a zummer's day, When vo'k be out a-haul'n hay, Where boughs, a-spread upon the ground, Do me'ke the staddle big an' round; An' grass do stand in pook, or lie...
A. Back here, but now, the jobber John Come by, an' cried, "Well done, zing on, I thought as I come down the hill, An' he'rd your zongs a-ring'n sh'ill, Who woudden like to come, an' fling...
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven, Vell her head, wi' tears a-creepen...