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sheädeless darkness o’ the night Can never blind my mem’ry’s zight; An’ in the storm, my fancy’s eyes Can look upon their own blue skies. The laggèn moon mid faïl to rise, &emsp;But when the daylight’s blue an’ green &emsp;Be gone, my fancy’s zun do sheen &emsp;&emsp;At hwome at Grenley Water.

As when the work-vo’k us’d to ride In waggon, by the hedge’s zide,