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'
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
walken,
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
play
"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
find
she's
as
welcome
'S
the
rwose
that
do
blow
in
the
zummer.
