Last Easter Jim put on his blue <br />Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; <br />Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, <br />That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass; <br />An' pok'd 'ithin the button-hole <br />A tutty he'd a-begg'd or stole. <br />A span-new wes-co't, too, he wore, <br />Wi' yellow stripes all down avore; <br />An' tied his breeches' lags below <br />The knee, wi' ribbon in a bow; <br />An' drow'd his kitty-boots azide, <br />An' put his laggens on, an' tied <br />His shoes wi' strings two vingers wide, <br />Because 'twer Easter Zunday. <br /> <br />An' after mornen church wer out <br />He come back hwome, an' stroll'd about <br />All down the vields, an' drough the leane, <br />Wi' sister Kit an' cousin Jeane, <br />A-turnen proudly to their view <br />His yollow breast an' back o' blue. <br />The lambs did play, the grounds wer green, <br />The trees did bud, the zun did sheen; <br />The lark did zing below the sky, <br />An' roads wer all a-blown so dry, <br />As if the zummer wer begun; <br />An' he had sich a bit o' fun! <br />He meade the maidens squeal an' run, <br />Because 'twer Easter Zunday.<br /><br />William Barnes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easter-zunday/
