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152 They went to lay their heavy heads An’ weary bwones upon their beds.

An’ when the dewy mornèn broke, An’ show’d the worold, fresh awoke, Their godly work ageän, they vound The beam they left upon the ground A-put in pleäce, where still do bide, An’ long enough to reach outzide. But he unknown to tother men Wer never there at work ageän: Zoo whether he mid be a man Or angel, wi’ a helpèn han’, Or whether all o’t wer a dream, They didden deäre to cut the beam.

evenèn sheädes o’ trees do hide A body by the hedge’s zide, An’ twitt’rèn birds, wi’ plaÿsome flight, Do vlee to roost at comèn night, Then I do saunter out o’ zight &emsp;In orcha’d, where the pleäce woonce rung &emsp;Wi’ laughs a-laugh’d an’ zongs a-zung &emsp;&emsp;By vaïces that be gone.

There’s still the tree that bore our swing, An’ others where the birds did zing; But long-leav’d docks do overgrow The groun’ we trampled beäre below, Wi’ merry skippèns to an’ fro &emsp;Bezide the banks, where Jim did zit &emsp;A-plaÿèn o’ the clarinit &emsp;&emsp;To vaïces that be gone.