Country Letter

Dear brother robin this comes from us all     With our kind love and could Gip write and all     Though but a dog he'd have his love to spare     For still he knows and by your corner chair     The moment he comes in he lyes him down     and seems to fancy you are in the town.     This leaves us well in health thank God for that     For old acquaintance Sue has kept your hat     Which mother brushes ere she lays it bye     and every sunday goes upstairs to cry     Jane still is yours till you come back agen     and neer so much as dances with the men     and ned the woodman every week comes in     and asks about you kindly as our kin     and he with this and goody Thompson sends     Remembrances with those of all our friends     Father with us sends love untill he hears     and mother she has nothing but her tears     Yet wishes you like us in health the same     and longs to see a letter with your name     So loving brother don't forget to write     Old Gip lies on the hearth stone every night     Mother can't bear to turn him out of doors     and never noises now of dirty floors     Father will laugh but lets her have her way     and Gip for kindness get a double pay     So Robin write and let us quickly see     You don't forget old friends no more than we     Nor let my mother have so much to blame     To go three journeys ere your letter came.