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Ah! John! how I do love to look

At theäse green hollor, an' the brook

Among the withies that do hide

The stream, a-growèn at the zide;

An' at the road athirt the wide

An' shallow vword, where we young bwoys

Did peärt, when we did goo half-woys,

To bring ye gwaïn o' Zundays.

Vor after church, when we got hwome,

In evenèn you did always come

To spend a happy hour or two

Wi' us, or we did goo to you;

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An' never let the comers goo

Back hwome alwone, but always took

A stroll down wi' em to the brook

To bring em gwaïn o' Zundays.

How we did scote all down the groun',

A-pushèn woone another down!

Or challengèn o' zides in jumps

Down over bars, an' vuzz, an' humps;

An' peärt at last wi' slaps an' thumps,

An' run back up the hill to zee

Who'd get hwome soonest, you or we.

That brought ye gwaïn o' Zundays.

O' leäter years, John, you've a-stood

My friend, an' I've a-done you good;

But tidden, John, vor all that you

Be now, that I do like ye zoo,

But what you wer vor years agoo:

Zoo if you'd stir my heart-blood now.

Tell how we used to play, an' how

You brought us gwaïn o' Zundays.

^* "To bring woone gwaïn,"—to bring one going;

to bring one on his way.