I link for the peng, then I go link for the mud / I just stepped on the ends, sideman don't give me no spud

But by the scorched bank-sides i' thy footsteps still I go plodding: Hedge-rows hot do resound with grasshops mournfully squeaking.

The sparrows had done exactly the same ; and in one garden, at any rate, had expressed their unseasonable hunger by falling on a frameful of lettuces and devouring the best leaves, just as the pigeons are skeletonising the turnips on adjacent tilths.

I’m in over my head on this project. Can you help?