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Credit: The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![all the better for tniikin' me down, like a laady, as she be. Farmer Dubson ? I be Farmer Dobson, sewer anew ; but if iver I cooms upo' Geutiemaii Hedg'ar ag:ean and doaiit lay my CMrtwhip athuit 'is shou'ders, why then I beiiut Farmer Dob- son, but summun else — blaiime't if I beant! Enter Haymakers with a load of hay. The last on it, eh ? 1st Haymaker. Yeas. Dobson. Hoiim wi' it, then. [Exit surlily. Ist Haymaker. Well, it be the last loiid hoam. 2d Haymaker. Yeas, an' owd Dobson should be glad on it. What maakes 'ira alius sa glum ? Sallf] Allen. Glum! he be wus nor glum. He coom'd up to me yisterdaiiy i' the haiiyficld when meil and mv sweet'art was a workin' alon^- o' one side wi' one an- other, and he sent 'ini awaiiy to t' other end o' the field ; and when I axed 'im why, he telled mc 'at sweet'avts niver worked well tou'ither; and I telled '/m'at sweet- 'arts alius worked best togither; and then he called me a rude naiimc, and I can't abide 'im. James. Why, Ia*!s, doant tha knaw he be sweet upo' Dora Steer, and she weant sa much as look at 'im ? And wheniver 'e sees two sweet'arts togither like thou and me, Sally, he be tit to bust hissen wi' spites and ialousies. Sally. Let 'im bu.st hissen, then, for owt / cares. \st Haymaker. Well but, as I snid afoor, it be the Inst loiid hoiim; do thou and thy sweet'art sins us hoiim to supper — The Last Loiid Hoiim. All. Ay ! The Last Loiid Hoiim. Song. What dill ye do, and what did ye saiiy, Wi' the wild white- rose, and the wood- bine sa gaiiy. An' the inidders all mow'd, and the sky sa blue — What did ye saiiy, and what did ye do. When ye thowt there were nawbody watchin' o' you. And you and your Sally wa.s forkin' the haiiy, At the end of the daiiy, For the last load hoam ? What did we do, and what did we saiiy, Wi' the brier sa green and the wilier sa graiiy. An' the miilders all mow'd and the sky sa blue — Do ye think I be gawin' to tell it to you, What we mowt saiiy, and what we mowfc do. When me and my Sally was forkin' ths haiiy, At the end of the daiiy, For the last loiid hoiim ? But what did ye saiiy, and what did ye do, Wi' the butterflies out, and the swallera at plaiiy. An' the midders all mow'd, and sky sa blue ? Why, coom then, owd feller, I'll tell it to you; For me and my Sally we sweiir'd to be true. To be trre to each other, let 'appen what maiiy. Till the end of the daiiy, And the last loiid hoiim. All. Well sung! .Tames. Fanny be the naiime i' the song, but I swopt it fur she. [Pointinfj to Sally. Sally. Let ma aloiin afoor foiilk, wilt tha? 1st Haymaker. Ye shall sing that ageiin to-night, fur owd Dobson 'II gi'e us a bit o' supper. Sally. I weiiiit goii to owd Dobson ; he wur rude to me i' tha haiiyfield, and he '11 he rude to me ageiin to - night. Owd Steer's gotten all his grass down and wants a hand, and I 'II goii to him. \st Haymaker. Owd Steer gi'es iinhbut cowd tea to '/s men, and owd Dob.son gi'es beer. Sally. Bu* I 'd like owd Steer's cowd tea better nor Dobson's beer. Good-bye. [ (loing. James. Gi'e ns a buss fust, lass. Sally. I tell'd tha to let ma aloiin! James. Why, was nt' thou and me a-bussin' o' one another t'other side o' the haiiycock, when owd Dobson coom'd upo' ns ? I can't let tha aloiin if 1 vrould, Sally. \Qff^^''9 to kins her. Sally. Git along wi' ye, do ! [Exit. [All laugh ; exeunt singing. To be true to each other, let 'appea what maay,](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b20452597_0807.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
