Sundry Pieces: The Farmer’s Woldest D’ter
No, no! I ben’t a-runnen down
The pretty maiden’s o’ the town,
Nor wishen o’m noo harm;
But she that I would marry vu’st,
To sheaere my good luck or my crust,
'S a-bred up at a farm.
In town, a maid do zee mwore life,
An’ I don’t under-reaete her;
But ten to woone the sprackest wife
'S a farmer’s woldest d’ter.
Vor she do veed, wi’ tender ceaere,
The little woones, an’ peaert their heaeir,
An’ keep em neat an’ pirty;
An’ keep the saucy little chaps
O’ bwoys in trim wi’ dreats an’ slaps,
When they be wild an’ dirty.
Zoo if you’d have a bus’len wife,
An’ childern well look’d after,
The maid to help ye all drough life
'S a farmer’s woldest d’ter.
An’ she can iorn up an’ vwold
A book o’ clothes wi’ young or wold,
An’ zalt an’ roll the butter;
An’ meaeke brown bread, an’ elder wine,
An’ zalt down meat in pans o’ brine,
An’ do what you can put her.
Zoo if you’ve wherewi’, an’ would vind
A wife wo’th looken 'ter,
Goo an’ get a farmer in the mind
To gi’e ye his woldest d’ter.
Her heart’s so innocent an’ kind,
She idden thoughtless, but do mind
Her mother an’ her duty;
An’ liven blushes, that do spread
Upon her healthy feaece o’ red,
Do heighten all her beauty;
So quick’s a bird, so neat’s a cat,
So cheerful in her neaetur,
The best o’ maidens to come at
'S a farmer’s woldest d’ter.
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