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POEMS OF RURAL LIFE.
The man a-zittèn in his easy chair
To flesh, an’ vowl, an’ vish, should try to speäre
The poor theäse times, a little vrom his store;
An’ if he don’t, why sin is at his door.
TOM.
Ah! we won’t look to that; we’ll have our right,—
If not by feäir meäns, then we wull by might.
We’ll meäke times better vor us; we’ll be free
Ov other vo’k an’ others’ charity.
JOHN.
Ah! I do think you mid as well be quiet;
You’ll meäke things wo’se, i’-ma’-be, by a riot.
You’ll get into a mess, Tom, I’m afeärd;
You’ll goo vor wool, an’ then come hwome a-sheär’d.
