A Summer Shaar.

It nobbut luks like tother day,     Sin Jane an me first met;     Yet fifty years have rolled away,     But still aw dooant forget.     Th' Sundy schooil wor ovver,     An th' rain wor teemin daan     An shoo had nowt to cover     Her Sundy hat an gaan.     Aw had an umberella,     Quite big enuff for two,     Soa aw made bold to tell her,     Shoo'd be sewer to get weet throo,     Unless shoo'd share it wi' me.     Shoo blushed an sed, "Nay, Ben,     If they should see me wi' thi,     What wod yo're fowk say then?"     "Ne'er heed," says aw, "Tha need'nt care     What other fowk may say;     Ther's room for me an some to spare,     Soa let's start on us way."     Shoo tuk mi arm wi' modest grace,     We booath felt rayther shy;     But then aw'm sewer 'twor noa disgrace,     To keep her new clooas dry.     Aw tried to tawk on different things,     But ivvery thowt aw'd had,     Seem'd to ha flown as if they'd wings,     An left me speechless mad.     But when we gate cloise to her door,     Aw stopt an whispered, "Jane,     Aw'd like to walk wi' thee some moor,     When it doesn't chonce to rain."     Shoo smiled an blushed an sed, "For shame!"     But aw tuk courage then.     Aw cared net if all th' world should blame,     Aw meant to pleas misen,     For shoo wor th' grandest lass i'th' schooil     An th' best, - noa matter what; -     Aw should ha been a sackless fooil,     To miss a chonce like that.     Soa oft we met to stroll an tawk,     Noa matter, rain or shine;     An one neet as we tuk a walk,     Aw ax't her to be mine.     Shoo gave consent, an sooin we wed: -     Sin' then we've had full share     Ov rough an smooth, yet still we've led     A life ov little care.     An monny a time aw say to Jane,     If things luk dull an bad; -     Cheer up! tha knows we owe to th' rain     All th' joys o' life we've had.