Bees A-Zwarmen
Avore
we
went
a-milkèn,
vive
Or
six
o's
here
wer
all
alive
A-teäkèn
bees
that
zwarm'd
vrom
hive;
An'
we'd
sich
work
to
catch
The
hummèn
rogues,
they
led
us
sich
A
dance
all
over
hedge
an'
ditch;
An'
then
at
last
where
should
they
pitch,
But
up
in
uncle's
thatch?
Dick
rung
a
sheep-bell
in
his
han';
Liz
beät
a
cannister,
an'
Nan
Did
bang
the
little
fryèn-pan
Wi'
thick
an'
thumpèn
blows;
An'
Tom
went
on,
a-carrèn
roun'
A
bee-pot
up
upon
his
crown,
Wi'
all
his
edge
a-reachèn
down
Avore
his
eyes
an'
nose.
An'
woone
girt
bee,
wi'
spitevul
hum,
Stung
Dicky's
lip,
an'
meäde
it
come
All
up
amost
so
big's
a
plum;
An'
zome,
a-vleèn
on,
Got
all
roun'
Liz,
an'
meäde
her
hop
An'
scream,
a-twirlèn
lik'
a
top,
An'
spring
away
right
backward,
flop
Down
into
barken
pon':
An'
Nan'
gi'ed
Tom
a
roguish
twitch
Upon
a
bank,
an'
meäde
en
pitch
Right
down,
head-voremost,
into
ditch,--
Tom
coulden
zee
a
wink.
An'
when
the
zwarm
wer
seäfe
an'
sound
In
mother's
bit
o'
bee-pot
ground,
She
meäde
us
up
a
treat
all
round
O'
sillibub
to
drink.
