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162 Vor I vu’st lov’d thee when thy light Young sheäpe vu’st grew to woman’s height; I loved thee near, an’ out o’ zight, &emsp;An’ I do love thee now, Jeäne.

An’ we’ve a-trod the sheenèn bleäde Ov eegrass in the zummer sheäde, An’ when the leäves begun to feäde &emsp;Wi’ zummer in the weäne, Jeäne; An’ we’ve a-wander’d drough the groun’ O’ swaÿèn wheat a-turnèn brown, An’ we’ve a-stroll’d together roun’ &emsp;The brook an’ drough the leäne, Jeäne.

An’ nwone but I can ever tell Ov all thy tears that have a-vell When trials meäde thy bosom zwell, &emsp;An’ nwone but thou o’ mine, Jeäne; An’ now my heart, that heav’d wi’ pride Back then to have thee at my zide, Do love thee mwore as years do slide, &emsp;An’ leäve them times behine, Jeäne.

the brow o’ thik hangèn I spent all my youth, &emsp;In the house that did peep out between The dree woaks, that in winter avworded their lewth, &emsp;An’ in zummer their sheäde to the green; An’ there, as in zummer we plaÿ’d at our geämes, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;We ēach own’d a tree, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Vor we wer but dree, An’ zoo the dree woaks wer a-call’d by our neämes.