Now the light o' the west is a-turn'd to gloom, An' the men be at hwome vrom ground; An' the bells be a-zend'n all down the Coombe From tower, their mwoansome sound. An' the wind is still,...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew a-left at hwome, When waggons rumbled out ov yard Red wheeled, wi' body blue,...
When our downcast looks be smileless, Under others' wrongs an' slightens, When our daily deeds be guileless, An' do meet unkind requitens, You can meake us zome amends...
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if you can teake All steates that household life do meake. The love-toss'd child, a-croodlen loud,...