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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 feärèn.

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' cheäks lik' a cherry.

WILLIAM.
Still merry, but beauty's as feädesome
'S the raïn'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 walkèn,
The while he do mow in the zummer.

WILLIAM'S BWOY.
I'll goo, an' we'll zet up a wicket,
An' have a good innèns at cricket;
An' teäke a good plounce in the water,
Where clote-leaves do grow in the zummer.

WILLIAM'S MAID.
I'll goo, an' we'll plaÿ “Thread the needle”
Or “Huntèn the slipper,” or wheedle
Young Jemmy to fiddle, an' reely
So brisk to an' fro in the zummer.

JOHN.
An' Jeäne, mind you don't come 'ithout her,
My wife is a-thinkèn about her;
At our house she'll vind she's as welcome
'S the rwose that do blow in the zummer.