An’ then the childern, wild wi’ fun,
An’ loud wi’ jaÿvul sounds,
Sprung in an’ cried, “We had a run,
A-plaÿèn heäre an’ hounds;
But oh! the cowslips where we stopt
In Maÿcreech, on the knap!”
An’ vrom their little han’s each dropt
Some cowslips in her lap.
Cried Grammer, “Only zee!
I can’t teäke strolls,
An’ little souls
Would bring the vields to me.
Since ’tis God’s will, an’ mus’ be well
That I should bide ’ithin a wall.”
“Oh! there be prison walls to hold
The han’s o’ lawless crimes,
An’ there be walls arear’d vor wold
An’ zick in tryèn times;
But oh! though low mid slant my ruf,
Though hard my lot mid be,
Though dry mid come my daily lwoaf,
Mid mercy leäve me free!”
Cried Grammer, “Or adieu
To jaÿ; O grounds,
An’ bird’s gaÿ sounds
If I mus’ gi’e up you,
Although ’tis well, in God’s good will,
That I should bide ’ithin a wall.”
“Oh! then,” we answer’d, “never fret,
If we shall be a-blest,
We’ll work vull hard drough het an’ wet
To keep your heart at rest:
To woaken chair’s vor you to vill,
Z
