Or did he soon contrive to slip awoy?

SIMON.

Why, when the vo'k were all asleep, a-bed,
The veaeiries us'd to come, as 'tis a-zaid,
Avore the vire wer cwold, an' dance an hour
Or two at dead o' night upon the vloor;
Var they, by only utteren a word
Or charm, can come down chimney lik' a bird;
Or draw their bodies out so long an' narrow,
That they can vlee drough keyholes lik' an arrow.
An' zoo woone midnight, when the moon did drow
His light drough window, roun' the vloor below,
An' crickets roun' the bricken he'th did zing,
They come an' danced about the hall in ring;
An' tapp'd, drough little holes noo eyes could spy,
A kag o' poor aunt's meaed a-stannen by.
An' woone o'm drink'd so much, he coulden mind
The word he wer to zay to meaeke en small;
He got a-dather'd zoo, that after all
Out tothers went an' left en back behind.
An' after he'd a-beaet about his head,
Ageaen the keyhole till he wer half dead,
He laid down all along upon the vloor
Till gramfer, comen down, unlocked the door:
An' then he zeed en ('twer enough to frighten en)
Bolt out o' door, an' down the road lik' lightenen.

FALL.

CORN A-TURNEN YOLLOW.

The windless copse ha' sheaedy boughs,
Wi' blackbirds' evenen whistles;
The hills ha' sheep upon their brows,
The zummerleaeze ha' thistles:
The meaeds be gay in grassy May,
But, oh! vrom hill to hollow,
Let me look down upon a groun'
O' corn a-turnen yollow.

An' pease do grow in tangled beds,
An' beaens be sweet to snuff, O;
The teaeper woats do bend their heads,
The barley's beard is rough, O.
The turnip green is fresh between
The corn in hill or hollow,
But I'd look down upon a groun'
O' wheat a-turnen yollow.

'Tis merry when the brawny men
Do come to reap it down, O,
Where glossy red the poppy head
'S among the stalks so brown, O.
'Tis merry while the wheat's in hile,
Or when, by hill or hollow,
The leaezers thick do stoop to pick
The ears so ripe an' yollow.

A-HAULEN O' THE CORN.

Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr'd
The piece o' corn in Zidelen 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 eaernest, ev'ry woone
A-haulen o' the corn.

The hosses, wi' the het an' lwoa