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Rh Oh! if ever thy soft eyes &emsp;Could ha’ turn’d vrom outward show, To a lover born to rise &emsp;When a higher woone wer low; If thy love, when zoo a-tried, Could ha’ stood ageän thy pride, How should I ha’ lov’d thee still, Pretty Jeäne o’ Grenley Mill.

now upon the win’ do zwell &emsp;The church-bells’ evenèn peal, O, Along the bottom, who can tell &emsp;How touch’d my heart do veel, O. To hear ageän, as woonce they rung In holidays when I wer young, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Wi’ merry sound &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A-ringèn round, &emsp;The bells ov Alderburnham.

Vor when they rung their gaÿest peals &emsp;O’ zome sweet day o’ rest, O, We all did ramble drough the viels, &emsp;A-dress’d in all our best, O; An’ at the bridge or roarèn weir, Or in the wood, or in the gleäre &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Ov open ground, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Did hear ring round &emsp;The bells ov Alderburnham.

They bells, that now do ring above &emsp;The young brides at church-door, O, Woonce rung to bless their mother’s love, &emsp;When they were brides avore, O.