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First Collection. Fall. Harvest Hwome:— Second Peärt Second Peart. What they did after Supper. Zoo after supper wer a-done, They clear’d the teäbles, an’ begun To have a little bit o’ fun, As long as they mid stop. The wold woones took their pipes to smoke, An’ tell their teäles, an’ laugh an’ joke, A-lookèn at the younger vo’k, That got up vor a hop. Woone screäp’d away, wi’ merry grin, A fiddle stuck below his chin; An’ woone o’m took the rollèn pin, An’ beät the fryèn pan. An’ tothers, dancèn to the soun’, Went in an’ out, an’ droo an’ roun’, An’ kick’d, an’ beät the tuèn down, A-laughèn, maïd an’ man. An’ then a maïd, all up tip-tooe, Vell down; an’ woone o’m wi’ his shoe Slit down her pocket-hole in two, Vrom top a-most to bottom. An’ when they had a-danc’d enough, They got a-plaÿèn blindman’s buff, An’ sard the maïdens pretty rough, When woonce they had a-got em. An’ zome did drink, an’ laugh, an’ roar, An’ lots o’ teäles they had in store, O’ things that happen’d years avore To them, or vo’k they know’d. An’ zome did joke, an’ zome did zing, An’ meäke the girt wold kitchen ring; Till uncle’s cock, wi’ flappèn wing, Stratch’d out his neck an’ crow’d. William Barnes's other poems:
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