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WHAT JOHN WER A-TELLÈN HIS MIS'ESS
OUT IN THE CORN GROUND.
Ah! mam! you woonce come here the while
The zun, long years agoo, did shed
His het upon the wheat in hile,
Wi' yollow hau'm an' ears o' red,
Wi' little shoes too thin vor walks
Upon the scratchèn stubble-stalks;
You hardly reach'd wi' glossy head,