' in the shrubb'ry's leafy screen,
On ev'ry zide we met sich lots
O' smilen friends in happy knots,
That I do think, that drough the feaest
In Caundle, vor a day at leaest,
You woudden vind a scowlen feaece
Or dumpy heart in all the pleaece.

HAY MEAKEN--NUNCHEN TIME.

_Anne an' John a-ta'ken o't._

A. Back here, but now, the jobber John
Come by, an' cried, "Well done, zing on,
I thought as I come down the hill,
An' heaerd your zongs a-ringen sh'ill,
Who woudden like to come, an' fling
A peaeir o' prongs where you did zing?"

J. Aye, aye, he woudden vind it play,
To work all day a-meaeken hay,
Or pitchen o't, to eaerms a-spread
By lwoaders, yards above his head,
'T'ud meaeke en wipe his drippen brow.

A. Or else a-reaeken after plow.

J. Or worken, wi' his nimble pick,
A-stiffled wi' the hay, at rick.

A. Our Company would suit en best,
When we do teaeke our bit o' rest,
At nunch, a-gather'd here below
The sheaede theaese wide-bough'd woak do drow,
Where hissen froth mid rise, an' float
In horns o' eaele, to wet his droat.

J. Aye, if his zwellen han' could drag
A meat-slice vrom his dinner bag.
'T'ud meaeke the busy little chap
Look rather glum, to zee his lap
Wi' all his meal ov woone dry croust,
An' vinny cheese so dry as doust.

A. Well, I don't grumble at my food,
'Tis wholesome, John, an' zoo 'tis good.

J. Whose reaeke is that a-lyen there?
Do look a bit the woo'se vor wear.

A. Oh! I mus' get the man to meaeke
A tooth or two vor thik wold reaeke,
'Tis leaebour lost to strik a stroke
Wi' him, wi' half his teeth a-broke.

J. I should ha' thought your han' too fine
To break your reaeke, if I broke mine.

A. The ramsclaws thin'd his wooden gum
O' two teeth here, an' here were zome
That broke when I did reaeke a patch
O' groun' wi' Jimmy, vor a match:
An' here's a gap ov woone or two
A-broke by Simon's clumsy shoe,
An' when I gi'ed his poll a poke,
Vor better luck, another broke.
In what a veag have you a-swung
Your pick, though, John? His stem's a-sprung.

J. When I an' Simon had a het
O' pooken, yonder, vor a bet,
The prongs o'n gi'ed a tump a poke,
An' then I vound the stem a-broke,
But they do meaeke the stems o' picks
O' stuff so brittl