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88 ’Tis jist avore the candle-light Do redden windows up at night, An’ peäler stars do light the vogs A-risèn vrom the brooks an’ bogs, An’ when in barkens yoppèn dogs &emsp;Do bark at vo’k a-comèn near, &emsp;Or growl a-lis’enèn to hear &emsp;&emsp;The veäiry veet that I do meet &emsp;&emsp;Below the row o’ beech trees.

Dree times a-year do bless the road O’ womanhood a-gwaïn abrode: When vu’st her litty veet do tread The eärly Maÿ’s white deäisy bed: When leaves be all a-scattered dead; &emsp;An’ when the winter’s vrozen grass &emsp;Do glissen in the zun lik’ glass &emsp;&emsp;Vor veäiry veet that I do meet &emsp;&emsp;Below the row o’ beech trees.

vu’st the breakèn day is red, &emsp;An’ grass is dewy wet, An’ roun’ the blackberry’s a-spread &emsp;The spider’s gliss’nèn net, Then I do dreve the cows across &emsp;The brook that’s in a vog, While they do trot, an’ bleäre, an’ toss &emsp;Their heads to hook the dog; Vor the cock do gi’e me warnèn, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ light or dark, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;So brisk’s a lark, I’m up at break o’ mornèn.

Avore the maïden’s sleep’s a-broke By window-strikèn zun,