Easter Zunday
By William Barnes
Last Easter Jim put on his blue
Frock cwoat, the vust time-vier new;
Wi yollow buttons all o brass,
That glitterd in the zun lik glass;
An pokd ithin the button-hole
A tutty hed a-beggd or stole.
A span-new wes-cot, too, he wore,
Wi yellow stripes all down avore;
An tied his breeches lags below
The knee, wi ribbon in a bow;
An drowd his kitty-boots azide,
An put his laggens on, an tied
His shoes wi strings two vingers wide,
Because twer Easter Zunday.
An after mornen church wer out
He come back hwome, an strolld about
All down the vields, an drough the leane,
Wi sister Kit an cousin Jeane,
A-turnen proudly to their view
His yollow breast an back o blue.
The lambs did play, the grounds wer green,
The trees did bud, the zun did sheen;
The lark did zing below the sky,
An roads wer all a-blown so dry,
As if the zummer wer begun;
An he had sich a bit o fun!
He meade the maidens squeal an run,
Because twer Easter Zunday.