ta-year I mean'd, an' runn'd plow thruff it
an' all,
If godamoighty an' parson 'ud nobbut let ma
aloan,
Mea, wi' haate oonderd haacre o' Squoire's an' lond
o' my oan.

XII.
Do godamoighty knaw what a's doing a-taakin' o'
mea?
I beant wonn as saws 'ere a bean an' yonder a
pea;
An' Squoire 'ull be sa mad an' all--a' dear a'
dear!
And I 'a monaged for Squoire come Michaelmas
thirty year.

XIII.
A mowt 'a taaken Joanes, as 'ant a 'aapoth o'
sense,
Or a mowt a' taaken Robins--a niver mended a
fence:
But godamoighty a moost taake mea an' taake ma
now
Wi 'auf the cows to cauve an' Thornaby holms to
plow!

XIV.
Looak 'ow quoloty smoiles when they sees ma a
passin' by,
Says to thessen naw doot 'what a mon a be
sewer-ly!'
For they knaws what I bean to Squoire sin fust a
comed to the 'All;
I done my duty by Squoire an' I done my duty
by all.

XV.
Squoire's in Lunnon, an' summun I reckons 'ull 'a to
wroite,
For who's to howd the lond ater mea thot muddles
ma quoit;
Sartin-sewer I bea, thot a weant niver give it to
Joanes,
Noither a moant to Robins--a niver rembles the
stoans.

XVI.
But summun 'ull come ater mea mayhap wi' 'is kittle
o' steam
Huzzin' an' maazin' the blessed fealds wi' the Divil's
oan team.
Gin I mun doy I mun doy, an' loife they says is
sweet,
But gin I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn abear to
see it.

XVII.
What atta stannin' theer for, an' doesn bring ma the
yaale?
Doctor's a 'tottler, lass, an a's hallus i' the owd
taale;
I weant break rules for Doctor, a knaws naw moor
nor a floy;
Git ma my yaale, I tell tha, an' gin I mun doy I
mun doy.

MISCELLANEOUS.

TITHONUS.
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapors weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists,