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POEMS OF RURAL LIFE.
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Eclogue.
COME AND ZEE US IN THE ZUMMER.
John; William; William’s Bwoy; and William’s Maïd at Feäir.
JOHN.
Zoo here be your childern, a-sheärèn
Your feäir-day, an’ each wi’ a feäirèn.
WILLIAM.
Aye, well, there’s noo peace ’ithout comèn
To stannèn an’ show, in the zummer.
JOHN.
An’ how is your Jeäne? still as merry
As ever, wi’ cheaks lik’ a cherry?
WILLIAM.
Still merry, but beauty’s as feädesome
’S the rain’s glowèn bow in the zummer.
JOHN.
Well now, I do hope we shall vind ye
Come soon, wi’ your childern behind ye,
To Stowe, while o’ bwoth zides o’ hedges,
The zunsheen do glow in the zummer.
WILLIAM.
Well, aye, when the mowèn is over,
An’ ee-grass do whiten wi’ clover.
A man’s a-tired out, vor much walken,
