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Rh How mother, when we us’d to stun Her head wi’ all our naïsy fun, Did wish us all a-gone vrom hwome: An’ now that zome be dead, an’ zome A-gone, an’ all the pleäce is dum’. &emsp;How she do wish, wi’ useless tears, &emsp;To have ageän about her ears &emsp;&emsp;The vaïces that be gone.

Vor all the maïdens an’ the bwoys But I, be marri’d off all woys, Or dead an’ gone; but I do bide At hwome, alwone, at mother’s zide, An’ often, at the evenèn-tide, &emsp;I still do saunter out, wi’ tears, &emsp;Down drough the orcha’d, where my ears &emsp;&emsp;Do miss the vaïces gone.

out below the trees, that drow’d Their scraggy lim’s athirt the road, While evenèn zuns, a’móst a-zet, Gi’ed goolden light, but little het, The merry chaps an’ maïdens met, &emsp;An’ look’d to zomebody to neäme &emsp;Their bit o’ fun, a dance or geäme, &emsp;&emsp;’Twer Poll they cluster’d round.

An’ after they’d a-had enough O’ snappèn tongs, or blind-man’s buff, O’ winter nights, an’ went an’ stood Avore the vire o’ bleäzen wood, Though there wer maïdens kind an’ good, &emsp;Though there wer maïdens feäir an’ tall, &emsp;’Twer Poll that wer the queen o’m all, &emsp;&emsp;An’ Poll they cluster’d round.