Classic Poem

Come out to the parrick, come out to the tree,
The maidens an' chaps be a waïtèn var thee;
Ther's Jim wi' his fiddle to pleäy us some reels;
Come out along wi' us, and fling up thy heels.

Come, all the long grass is a-mow'd and a carr'd,
An' the turf is so smooth as a buoard an' so hard;
Ther's a bank to zit down, when ya've danced a dance droo,
An' a tree auver head var to keep off the dew.

There be ruoses an' honeyzucks hangen among
The bushes, to put in thy waist; an' the zong
Of the nightingale's heärd in the hedges all roun';
An' I'll get thee a glowworm to stick in thy gown.
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Zoo come to the parrick, come out to the tree,
The maïdens an' chaps be a-waïtèn var thee;
Ther's Jim wi' his fiddle to pleäy us some reels;
Come out along wi' us, and fling up thy heels!