My brown-ruf'd house, an' here below,

My geese do strut athirt the green,

An' hiss an' flap their wings o' snow;

As I do walk along a rank

Ov apple trees, or by a bank,

Or zit upon a bar or plank,

To see how things do grow.

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THE FARMER'S WOLDEST DĀ'TER.