pull the ears o'n. There.

THE DOG.

Wowh! wow!

FANNY.

A-comen up the drong,
How he did smack his leather thong,
A-zingen, as he thought, a zong;

HIS SISTER.

An' there the pigs did scote
Azide, in fright, wi' squeaken droat,
Wi' geese a pitchen up a note.
Look there.

FANNY.

His chair!

HIS SISTER.

He thump'd en down,
As if he'd het en into ground.

RACKETEN JOE.

Heigh! heigh! Look here! the vier is out.

HIS SISTER.

How he do knock the tongs about!

FANNY.

Now theaere's his whip-nob, plum
Upon the teaeble vor a drum;

HIS SISTER.

An' there's a dent so big's your thumb.

RACKETEN JOE.

My hat's awore so quaer.

HIS SISTER.

'Tis quaer enough, but not wi' wear;
But dabs an' dashes he do bear.

RACKETEN JOE.

The zow!

HIS SISTER.

What now?

RACKETEN JOE.

She's in the plot.
A-routen up the flower knot.
Ho! Towzer! Here, rout out the zow,
Heigh! here, hie at her. Tiss!

THE DOG.

Wowh! wow!

HIS SISTER.

How he do rant and roar,
An' stump an' stamp about the vloor,
An' swing, an' slap, an' slam the door!
He don't put down a thing,
But he do dab, an' dash, an' ding
It down, till all the house do ring.

RACKETEN JOE.

She's out.

FANNY.

Noo doubt.

HIS SISTER.

Athirt the bank,
Look! how the dog an' he do pank.

FANNY.

Stay out, an' heed her now an' then,
To zee she don't come in ageaen.

ZUMMER AN' WINTER.

When I led by zummer streams
The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her,
While the zun, wi' evenen beams,
Did cast our sheaedes athirt the water;
Winds a-blowen,
Streams a-flowen,
Skies a-glowen,
Tokens ov my jay zoo fleeten,
Heighten'd it, that happy meeten.

Then, when maid an' man took pleaeces,
Gay in winter's Chris'mas dances,
Showen in their merry feaeces
Kindly smiles an' glisnen glances;
Stars a-winken,
Day a-shrinken,
Sheaedes a-zinken,
Brought anew the happy meeten,
That did meake the night too fleeten.

TO ME.

At night, as drough the meaed I took my way,
In air a-sweeten'd by the new-meaede hay,
A stream a-vallen down