A-Haulen O’ The Corn
Ah!
yesterday,
you
know,
we
carr'd
The
piece
o'
corn
in
Zidelèn
Plot,
An'
work'd
about
it
pretty
hard,
An'
vound
the
weather
pretty
hot.
'Twer
all
a-tied
an'
zet
upright
In
tidy
hile
o'
Monday
night;
Zoo
yesterday
in
afternoon
We
zet,
in
eärnest,
ev'ry
woone
A-haulèn
o'
the
corn.
The
hosses,
wi'
the
het
an'
lwoad,
Did
froth,
an'
zwang
vrom
zide
to
zide,
A-gwaïn
along
the
dousty
road,
An'
seem'd
as
if
they
would
a-died.
An'
wi'
my
collar
all
undone,
An'
neck
a-burnèn
wi'
the
zun,
I
got,
wi'
work,
an'
doust,
an'
het,
So
dry
at
last,
I
coulden
spet,
A-haulèn
o'
the
corn.
At
uncle's
orcha'd,
gwaïn
along,
I
begged
some
apples,
vor
to
quench
My
drith,
o'
Poll
that
wer
among
The
trees:
but
she,
a
saucy
wench,
Toss'd
over
hedge
some
crabs
vor
fun.
I
squaïl'd
her,
though,
an'
meäde
her
run;
An'
zoo
she
gie'd
me,
vor
a
treat,
A
lot
o'
stubberds
vor
to
eat.
A-haulèn
o'
the
corn.
An'
up
at
rick,
Jeäne
took
the
flagon,
An'
gi'ed
us
out
zome
eäle;
an'
then
I
carr'd
her
out
upon
the
waggon,
Wi'
bread
an'
cheese
to
gi'e
the
men.
An'
there,
vor
fun,
we
dress'd
her
head
Wi'
noddèn
poppies
bright
an'
red,
As
we
wer
catchèn
vrom
our
laps,
Below
a
woak,
our
bits
an'
draps,
A-haulèn
o'
the
corn.
