Night thoughts in Sussex

For my new muse seems rather bettermost

All bide as you begrudge

A live lady she is! Swap-me-bob!

She puts bushes in my heart’s lodge

As I allus make rhymes for her heart to throb

Lends me the leanst of the best ideas

She looks-out the windows of her eyes

As she low me to lute abroad

You say she’s ampery as a mawk

I say she’s amakin and feared as a hawk

We do not drink tramp and my trape is never fine

But all is welly well if the road ahead is full of bethwine.