Easter Zunday

Last Easter Jim put on his blue

Frock 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-hole

A 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 below

The knee, wi' ribbon in a bow;

An' drow'd 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' stroll'd 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.