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Rh Drough evenèn sheädes that trees cast down Vrom lofty stems athirt the groun’: An’ in at house the mug went roun’, &emsp;While ev’ry merry man praïs’d up &emsp;The pretty maïd that vill’d his cup, &emsp;&emsp;The maïd o’ Grenley Water.

There I do seem ageän to ride The hosses to the water-zide, An’ zee the visher fling his hook Below the withies by the brook; Or Fanny, wi’ her blushèn look, &emsp;Car on her païl, or come to dip &emsp;Wi’ ceäreful step, her pitcher’s lip &emsp;&emsp;Down into Grenley Water.

If I’d a farm wi’ vower ploughs, An’ vor my deäiry fifty cows; If Grenley Water winded down Drough two good miles o’ my own groun’; If half ov Ashknowle Hill wer brown &emsp;Wi’ my own corn,—noo growèn pride &emsp;Should ever meäke me cast azide &emsp;&emsp;The maïd o’ Grenley Water.

dewy fall’s red leaves do vlee Along the grass below the tree, Or lie in yollow beds a-shook Upon the shallow-water’d brook, Or drove ’ithin a sheädy nook; &emsp;Then softly, in the evenèn, down &emsp;The knap do steal along the groun’ &emsp;&emsp;The veäiry veet that I do meet &emsp;&emsp;Below the row o’ beech trees.