Easter Zunday
Last Easter Jim put on his blueFrock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new;Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass,That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass;An' pok'd 'ithin the button-holeA tutty he'd a-begg'd or stole.A span-new wes-co't, too, he wore,Wi' yellow stripes all down avore;An' tied his breeches' lags belowThe knee, wi' ribbon in a bow;An' drow'd his kitty-boots azide,An' put his laggens on, an' tiedHis shoes wi' strings two vingers wide,Because 'twer Easter Zunday.
An' after mornen church wer outHe come back hwome, an' stroll'd aboutAll down the vields, an' drough the leane,Wi' sister Kit an' cousin Jeane,A-turnen proudly to their viewHis 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.
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