DOBSON. 'Farmer Dobson'! Well, I be Farmer Dobson; but I thinks Farmer Dobson's dog 'ud ha' knaw'd better nor to cast her sister's misfortin inter 'er teeth arter she'd been a-readin' me the letter wi' 'er voice a-shaäkin', and the drop in 'er eye. Theer she goäs! Shall I foller 'er and ax 'er to maäke it up? Noä, not yet. Let 'er cool upon it; I likes 'er all the better fur taäkin' me down, like a laädy, as she be. Farmer Dobson! I be Farmer Dobson, sewer anew; but if iver I cooms upo' Gentleman Hedgar ageän, and doänt laäy my cartwhip athurt 'is shou'ders, why then I beänt Farmer Dobson, but summun else--blaäme't if I beänt! _Enter_ HAYMAKERS _with a load of hay_. The last on it, eh? 1ST HAYMAKER. Yeas. DOBSON. Hoäm wi' it, then. [_Exit surlily_. 1ST HAYMAKER. Well, it be the last loäd hoäm. 2ND HAYMAKER. Yeas, an' owd Dobson should be glad on it. What maäkes 'im allus sa glum? SALLY ALLEN. Glum! he be wus nor glum. He coom'd up to me yisterdaäy i' the haäyfield, when meä and my sweet'art was a workin' along o' one side wi' one another, and he sent 'im awaäy to t'other end o' the field; and when I axed 'im why, he telled me 'at sweet'arts niver worked well togither; and I telled _'im_ 'at sweet'arts allus worked best togither; and then he called me a rude naäme, and I can't abide 'im. JAMES. Why, lass, doänt tha knaw he be sweet upo' Dora Steer, and she weänt sa much as look at 'im? And wheniver 'e sees two sweet'arts togither like thou and me, Sally, he be fit to bust hissen wi' spites and jalousies. SALLY. Let 'im bust hissen, then, for owt _I_ cares. 1ST HAYMAKER. Well but, as I said afoor, it be the last loäd hoäm; do thou and thy sweet'art sing us hoäm to supper--'The Last Loäd Hoäm.' ALL. Ay! 'The Last Loäd Hoäm.' _Song_. What did ye do, and what did ye saäy, Wi' the wild white rose, an' the woodbine sa gaä'y, An' the midders all mow'd, an' the sky sa blue-- What did ye saäy, and what did ye do, When ye thowt there were nawbody watchin' o' you, And you an' your Sally was forkin' the haäy, At the end of the daäy, For the last loäd hoäm? What did we do, and what did we saäy, Wi' the briar sa green, an' the willer sa graäy, An' the midders all mow'd, an' the sky sa blue-- Do ye think I be gawin' to tell it to you, What we mowt saäy, and what we mowt do, When me an' my Sally was forkin' the haäy, At the end of the daäy, For the last loäd hoäm? But what did ye saäy, and what did ye do, Wi' the butterflies out, and the swallers at plaä'y, An' the midders all mow'd, an' the sky sa blue? Why, coom then, owd feller, I'll tell it to you; For me an' my Sally we swear'd to be true, To be true to each other, let 'appen what maäy, Till the end of the daäy And the last loäd hoäm. ALL. Well sung!