Eclogue: — Father Come Hwome

John, Wife, an' Child

CHILD

O MOTHER , mother! be the teäties done?
Here's father now a-comen down the track.
Hes got his nitch o' wood upon his back,
An' such a speäker in en! I'll be bound,
He's long enough to reach vrom ground
Up to the top ov ouer tun;
'Tis jist the very thing vor Jack an' I
To goo a-colepecksen wi', by an' by.

WIFE

The teäties must be ready pretty nigh;
Do teäke woone up upon the fork' an' try.
The ceäke upon the vier, too, 's a-burnen,
I be afeärd: do run an' zee, an' turn en.

JOHN

Well, mother! here I be woonce mwore, at hwome

WIFE

Ah! I be very glad you be a-come.
You be a-tired an' cwold enough, I s'pose;
Zit down an' rest your bwones, an' warm your nose.

JOHN

Why I be nippy: what is there to eat?

WIFE

Your supper's nearly ready. I've a got
Some teäties here a-doen in the pot;
I wish wi' all my heart I had some meat.
I got a little ceäke too, here, a-beäken o'n
Upon the vier. 'Tis done by this time though.
He's nice an' moist; vor when I wer a-meäken o'n
I stuck some bits ov apple in the dough.

CHILD

Well, father; what d'ye think? The pig got out
This mornen; an' avore we zeed or heärd en,
He run about, an' got out into geärden,
An' routed up the groun' zoo wi' his snout!

JOHN

Now only think o' that! You must contrive
To keep en in, or else he'll never thrive.

CHILD

An' father, what d'ye think? I voun' to-day
The nest where thik wold hen ov our's do lay:
'Twer out in orcha'd hedge, an' had vive aggs.

WIFE

Lo'k there: how wet you got your veet an' lags!
How did ye get in such a pickle, Jahn?

JOHN

I broke my hoss, an' been a-fwo'ced to stan'
All's day in mud an' water vor to dig,
An' meäde myzelf so wetshod as a pig.

CHILD

Father, teäke off your shoes, then come, and I
Will bring your wold woones vor ye, nice an' dry.

WIFE

An' have ye got much hedgen mwore to do?

JOHN

Enough to last vor dree weeks mwore or zoo.

WIFE

An' when y'ave done the job you be about,
D'ye think you'll have another vound ye out?

JOHN

O ees, there'll be some mwore: vor after that,
I got a job o' trenchen to goo at;
An' then zome trees to shroud, an' wood to vell, —
Zoo I do hope to rub on pretty well
Till zummer time; an' then I be to cut
The wood an' do the trenchen by the tut.

CHILD

An' nex' week, father, I'm a-gwain to goo
A-picken stwones, d'ye know, vor Farmer True.

WIFE

An' little Jack, you know, 's a-gwain to eärn
A penny too, a-keepen birds off corn.

JOHN

O brave! What wages do 'e meän to gi'e?

WIFE

She dreppence vor a day, an' twopence he.

JOHN

Well, Polly; thou must work a little spracker
When thou bist out, or else thou wu'ten pick
A dungpot lwoad o' stwones up very quick.

CHILD

Oh! yes I shall. But Jack do want a clacker:
An' father, wull ye teäke an' cut
A stick or two to meäke his hut.

JOHN

You wench! why you be always up a-baggen
I be too tired now to-night, I'm sure,
To zet a-doen any mwore:
Zoo I shall goo up out o' the waÿè o' the waggon.
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