2ND FARMING MAN.
Foaelks says he likes Miss Eva the best.
1ST FARMING MAN.
Naaey, I knaws nowt o' what foaelks says, an' I caaeres nowt neither.
Foaelks doesn't hallus knaw thessens; but sewer I be, they be two o'
the purtiest gels ye can see of a summer murnin'.
2ND FARMING MAN.
Beaent Miss Eva gone off a bit of 'er good looks o' laaete?
1ST FARMING MAN.
Noae, not a bit.
2ND FARMING MAN.
Why cooem awaaey, then, to the long barn.
[_Exeunt_.
DORA _looks out of window. Enter_ DOBSON.
DORA (_singing_).
The town lay still in the low sun-light,
The hen cluckt late by the white farm gate,
The maid to her dairy came in from the cow,
The stock-dove coo'd at the fall of night,
The blossom had open'd on every bough;
O joy for the promise of May, of May,
O joy for the promise of May.
(_Nodding at_ DOBSON.) I'm coming down, Mr. Dobson. I haven't seen Eva
yet. Is she anywhere in the garden?
DOBSON.
Noae, Miss. I ha'n't seed 'er neither.
DORA (_enters singing_).
But a red fire woke in the heart of the town,
And a fox from the glen ran away with the hen,
And a cat to the cream, and a rat to the cheese;
And the stock-dove coo'd, till a kite dropt down,
And a salt wind burnt the blossoming trees;
O grief for the promise of May, of May,
O grief for the promise of May.
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