Mid time have a-shown the way to bring 

 Her vaice to be mine ; wi' me to stay, 

 While softly my life mid wear away, 



Zummer by zummer, spring by spring. 



12. GREEN. 



Our zummer way to church did wind about 

 The cliff, where ivy on the ledge wer green. 



Our zummer way to town did skirt the wood, 

 Where sheenen leaves in tree an' hedge wer green. 



Our zummer way to milken in the mead, 



Wer on by brook, where fluttren zedge wer green. 



Our hwomeward ways did all run into one, 



Where moss upon the roofstwones' edge wer green. 



13. THE DOG WF ME. 



Aye, then, as I did straggle out 



To your house, oh ! how glad the dog, 

 Wi' lowzet nose, did nimbly jog 



Along my path, an' hunt about. 

 An' his main pleasure wer to run 



Along by boughs, on timber'd brows ; 

 An' ended where my own begun, 



At your wold door, an' stwonen vloor. 



An' there, wi' time a-gliden by, 

 Wi' me so quick, wi' him so slow, 

 How he did look at me, an' blow, 



Vrom time to time, a whinen sigh : 

 A-meanen Come now, let us goo 



Along the knolls wi' rabbit holes ; 

 I can't think what you have to do 



Wi' thease young feace, in thease wold pleace. 

 Diary, July 20, 1867. Scriveiido versi, " The dog wi' me." 



