First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Gwain to Feäir
To morrow stir so brisk’s you can, An’ get your work up under han’; Vor I an’ Jim, an’ Poll’s young man, Shall goo to feäir; an’ zoo, If you wull let us gi’e ye a eärm Along the road, or in the zwarm O’ vo’k, we’ll keep ye out o’ harm, An’ gi’e ye a feäirèn too. We won’t stay leäte there, I’ll be boun’; We’ll bring our sheädes off out o’ town A mile, avore the zun is down, If he’s a sheenèn clear. Zoo when your work is all a-done, Your mother can’t but let ye run An’ zee a little o’ the fun, There’s nothèn there to fear.
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