er a-sounden.

The briskest chap ov all the lot
Wer Tom, that danc'd hizzelf so hot,
He doff'd his cwoat an' jump'd about,
Wi' girt new shirt-sleeves all a-strout,
Among the maidens screamen out,
A-thinken, wi' his strides an' stamps,
He'd squot their veet wi' his girt clamps,
While music wer a-sounden.

Then up jump'd uncle vrom his chair,
An' pull'd out aunt to meaeke a peaeir;
An' off he zet upon his tooe,
So light's the best that beaet a shoe,
Wi' aunt a-crien "Let me goo:"
While all ov us did laugh so loud,
We drown'd the tuen o' the croud,
While music wer a-sounden.

A-comen out o' passage, Nan,
Wi' pipes an' cider in her han',
An' watchen uncle up so sprack,
Vorgot her veet, an' vell down smack
Athirt the house-dog's shaggy back,
That wer in passage vor a snooze,
Beyond the reach o' dancers' shoes,
While music wer a-sounden.

WHAT DICK AN' I DID.

Last week the Browns ax'd nearly all
The naighbours to a randy,
An' left us out o't, girt an' small,
Vor all we liv'd so handy;
An' zoo I zaid to Dick, "We'll trudge,
When they be in their fun, min;
An' car up zome'hat to the rudge,
An' jis' stop up the tun, min."

Zoo, wi' the ladder vrom the rick,
We stole towards the house,
An' crope in roun' behind en, lik'
A cat upon a mouse.
Then, looken roun', Dick whisper'd "How
Is theaese job to be done, min:
Why we do want a faggot now,
Vor stoppen up the tun, min."

"Stan' still," I answer'd; "I'll teaeke ceaere
O' that: why dussen zee
The little grinden stwone out there,
Below the apple-tree?
Put up the ladder; in a crack
Shalt zee that I wull run, min,
An' teaeke en up upon my back,
An' soon stop up the tun, min."

Zoo up I clomb upon the thatch,
An' clapp'd en on; an' slided
Right down ageaen, an' run drough hatch,
Behind the hedge, an' hided.
The vier that wer clear avore,
Begun to spweil their fun, min;
The smoke all roll'd toward the door,
Vor I'd a-stopp'd the tun, min.

The maidens cough'd or stopp'd their breath,
The men did hauk an' spet;
The wold vo'k bundled out from he'th
Wi' eyes a-runnen wet.
"'T'ool choke us all," the wold man cried,
"Whatever's to be done, min?
Why zome'hat is a-vell inside
O' chimney drough the tun, min."

Then out they scamper'd all, vull run,
An' o