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Rh While the peewit wheel’d around Wi’ his cry up over head, Or he sped, though a-limpèn, o’er the ground.

There we heärd the whickr’èn meäre Wi’ her vaïce a-quiv’rèn high; Where the cow did loudly bleäre By the donkey’s vallèn cry. While a-stoopèn man did zwing His bright hook at vuzz or ling Free o’ fear, wi’ wellglov’d hands, O’ the prickly vuzz he vell’d, Then sweet-smell’d as it died in faggot bands.

When the haÿward drove the stock In a herd to zome oone pleäce, Thither vo’k begun to vlock, Each to own his beästes feäce. While the geese, bezide the stream, Zent vrom gapèn bills a scream, An’ the cattle then avound, Without right o’ greäzen there, Went to bleäre braÿ or whicker in the pound.

no, Poll, no! Since they’ve a-took The common in, our lew wold nook Don’t seem a-bit as used to look &emsp;When we had runnèn room; Girt banks do shut up ev’ry drong, An’ stratch wi’ thorny backs along Where we did use to run among &emsp;The vuzzen an’ the broom.