a nut,
An' Poll a gigglen little slut,
I hope will shoot
Another voot
The year that's comen in, so's.

An' there, upon his mother's knee,
So peaert do look about, so's,
The little woone ov all, to zee
His vu'st wold year goo out, so's
An' zoo mid God bless all o's still,
Gwain up or down along the hill,
To meet in glee
Ageaen to zee
A happy new year in, so's.

The wold clock's han' do softly steal
Up roun' the year's last hour, so's;
Zoo let the han'-bells ring a peal,
Lik' them a-hung in tow'r, so's.
Here, here be two vor Tom, an' two
Vor Fanny, an' a peaeir vor you;
We'll meaeke em swing,
An' meaeke em ring,
The merry new year in, so's.

Tom, mind your time there; you be wrong.
Come, let your bells all sound, so's:
A little clwoser, Poll; ding, dong!
There, now 'tis right all round, so's.
The clock's a-striken twelve, d'ye hear?
Ting, ting, ding, dong! Farewell, wold year!
'Tis gone, 'tis gone!--
Goo on, goo on,
An' ring the new woone in, so's!

WOAK WER GOOD ENOUGH WOONCE.

Ees: now mahogany's the goo,
An' good wold English woak won't do.
I wish vo'k always mid avvword
Hot meals upon a woaken bwoard,
As good as thik that took my cup
An' trencher all my growen up.
Ah! I do mind en in the hall,
A-reachen all along the wall,
Wi' us at father's end, while tother
Did teaeke the maidens wi' their mother;
An' while the risen steam did spread
In curlen clouds up over head,
Our mouths did wag, an' tongues did run,
To meaeke the maidens laugh o' fun.

A woaken bedstead, black an' bright,
Did teaeke my weary bwones at night,
Where I could stratch an' roll about
Wi' little fear o' vallen out;
An' up above my head a peaeir
Ov ugly heads a-carv'd did steaere,
An' grin avore a bright vull moon
A'most enough to frighten woone.
An' then we had, vor cwoats an' frocks,
Woak cwoffers wi' their rusty locks
An' neaemes in nails, a-left behind
By kinsvo'k dead an' out o' mind;
Zoo we did get on well enough
Wi' things a-meaede ov English stuff.
But then, you know, a woaken stick
Wer cheap, vor woaken trees wer thick.
When poor wold Gramfer Green wer young,
He zaid a squirrel mid a-sprung
Along the dell, vrom tree to tree,
Vrom Woodcomb all the way to Lea;
An' woak wer all vo'k did avvword,
Avore h