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Alfred Lord Tennyson - Northern Farmer: Old Style
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Wheer `asta beän saw long and meä liggin` `ere aloän?
    Noorse? thoort nowt o` a noorse: whoy, Doctor`s abeän an` agoän;
    Says that I moänt `a naw moor aäle; but I beänt a fool;
    Git ma my aäle, fur I beänt a-gawin` to breäk my rule.
     Doctors, they knaws nowt, fur a says what `s nawways true;
    Naw soort o` koind o` use to saäy the things that a do.
    I `ve `ed my point o` aäle ivry noight sin` I beän `ere.
    An` I `ve `ed my quart ivry market-noight for foorty year.
     Parson `s a beän loikewoise, an` a sittin` ere o` my bed.
   "The amoighty `s a taäkin o` you to `isén, my friend," a said,
   An` a towd ma my sins, an` s toithe were due, an` I gied it in hond;
   I done moy duty boy `um, as I `a done boy the lond.

    Larn`d a ma` beä. I reckons I `annot sa mooch to larn.
   But a cast oop, thot a did, `bout Bessy Marris`s barne.
   Thaw a knaws I hallus voäted wi` Squoire an` choorch an` staäte,
   An` i` the woost o` toimes I wur niver agin the raäte.

    An` I hallus coom`d to `s choorch afoor moy Sally wur deäd,
   An` `eard `um a bummin` awaäy loike a buzzard-clock ower me `eäd,
   An` I niver knaw`d whot a meän`d but a thowt ä `ad summut to saäy.
   An` I thowt a said what a owt to `a said, an` I coom`d awaäy.

    Bessy Marris`s barne! tha knaws she laäid it to meä.
   Mowt a beän, mayhap, for she wur a bad un, sheä.
   `Siver, I kep `um, I kep `um, my lass, tha mun understond;
   I done moy duty boy `um, as I `a done boy the lond.

    But Parson a cooms an` a goäs, an` a says it easy an` freeä:
   "The amoighty `s taäkin o` you to `issén, my friend," says `eä.
   I weänt saäy men be loiars, thaw summun said it in `aäste;
   But `e reäds wonn sarmin a weeäk, an` I `a stubb`d Thurnaby waäste.

    D` ya moind the waäste, my lass? naw, naw, tha was not born then;
   Theer wur a boggle in it, I often `eärd `um mysén;
   Moäst loike a butter-bump, fur I `eärd `um about an` about,
   But I stubb`d `um oop wi` the lot, an` raäved an` rembled `um out.

    Keäper`s it wur; fo` they fun `um theer a-laäid of is` faäce
   Down i` the woild `enemies afoor I coom`d to the plaäce.
   Noäks or Thimbleby—toäner `ed shot `um as dead as a naäil.
   Noäks wur `ang`d for it opp at `soize—but git ma my aäle.

    Dubbut looök at the waäaste; theer warn`t not feeäd for a cow;
   Nowt at all but bracken an` fuzz, an` looök at it now—
   Warn`t worth nowt a haäcre, an` now theer `s lots o` feeäd,
   Fourscoor yows upon it, an` some on it down i` seeäd.

    Nobbut a bit on it `s left, an` I meän`d to `a stubb`d it at fall,
   Done it ta-year I meän`d, an` runn`d plow thruff it an` all,
   If godamoighty an` parson `ud nobbut let ma aloän,—
   Meä, wi haäte hoonderd haäcre o` Squoire`s, an` lond o` my oän.

    Do godamoighty knaw what a`s doing a-taäkin` o` meä?
   I beänt wonn as saws `ere a beän an yonder a peä;
   An` Squoire `ull be sa mad an` all—a` dear, a` dear!
   And I `a managed for Squoire coom Michaelmas thutty year.

    A mowt `a taäen owd Joänes, as `ant not a `aäpoth o` sense,
   Or a mowt a` taäen young Robins—a niver mended a fence:
   But godamoighty a moost taäke meä an` taäke ma now,
   Wi` aäf the cows to cauve an` Thurnaby hoälms to plow!

    Looök `ow quoloty smoiles when they seeäs ma a passin` boy,
   Says to thessén, naw doubt, "What a man a beä sewer-loy!"
   Fur they knaws what I beän to Squoire sin` fust a coom`d to the `All;
   I done moy duty by Squoire an` I done moy duty boy hall.

    Squoire `s i` Lunnon, an` summun I reckons `ull `a to wroite,
   For whoa `s to howd the lond ater meä that muddles ma quoit;
   Sartin-sewer I beä, thot a weänt niver give it to Joänes,
   Naw, nor a moänt to Robins—a niver rembles the stoäns.

    But summun `ull come ater meä mayhap wi` `is kittle o` steäm
   Huzzin` an` maazin` the blessed feälds wi` the Divil`s oän teäm.
   Sin` I mun doy I mun doy, thaw loife they says is sweet,
   But sin` I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn abeär to see it.

    What atta stannin` theer fur, an` doesn bring me the aäle?
   Doctor `s a `toättler, lass, an a`s hallus i` the owd taäle;
   I weänt breäk rules fur Doctor, a knaws naw moor nor a floy;
   Git ma my aäle, I tell tha, an` if I mun doy I mun doy.
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