An' when the zun, so low an' red, Do sheen above the leafy head O' zome broad tree, a-rizèn high Avore the vi'ry western sky, 'Tis merry where all han's do goo Athirt the groun', by two an' two, A-reäkèn, over humps an' hollors, The russlèn grass up into rollers. An' woone do row it into line, An' woone do clwose it up behine; An' after them the little bwoys Do stride an' fling their eärms all woys, Wi' busy picks, an' proud young looks A-meäkèn up their tiny pooks. An' zoo 'tis merry out among The vo'k in haÿ-vield all day long.
'Tis merry ov a zummer's day, When vo'k be out a-haulèn haÿ, Where boughs, a-spread upon the ground, Do meäke the staddle big an' round; An' grass do stand in pook, or lie In long-back'd weäles or parsels, dry. There I do vind it stir my heart To hear the frothèn hosses snort, A-haulèn on, wi' sleek heäir'd hides, The red-wheel'd waggon's deep-blue zides. Aye; let me have woone cup o' drink, An' hear the linky harness clink, An' then my blood do run so warm, An' put sich strangth 'ithin my eärm, That I do long to toss a pick, A-pitchèn or a-meäkèn rick.
The bwoy is at the hosse's head, An' up upon the waggon bed The lwoaders, strong o' eärm do stan', At head, an' back at taïl, a man, Wi' skill to build the lwoad upright An' bind the vwolded corners tight; An' at each zide [=o]'m, sprack an' strong, A pitcher wi' his long-stem'd prong, Avore the best two women now A-call'd to reäky after plough.
When I do pitchy, 'tis my pride Vor Jenny Hine to reäke my zide, An' zee her fling her reäke, an' reach So vur, an' teäke in sich a streech; An' I don't shatter haÿ, an' meäke Mwore work than needs vor Jenny's reäke. I'd sooner zee the weäles' high rows Lik' hedges up above my nose, Than have light work myzelf, an' vind Poor Jeäne a-beät an' left behind; Vor she would sooner drop down dead. Than let the pitchers get a-head.
'Tis merry at the rick to zee How picks do wag, an' haÿ do vlee. While woone's unlwoadèn, woone do teäke The pitches in; an' zome do meäke The lofty rick upright an' roun', An' tread en hard, an' reäke en down, An' tip en, when the zun do zet, To shoot a sudden vall o' wet. An' zoo 'tis merry any day Where vo'k be out a-carrèn hay.