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Rh Let other vo’k meäke money vaster &emsp;In the aïr o’ dark-room’d towns, I don’t dread a peevish meäster; &emsp;Though noo man do heed my frowns, I be free to goo abrode, Or teäke ageän my hwomeward road To where, vor me, the apple tree Do leän down low in Linden Lea.

peace day, who but we should goo To Caundle vor an’ hour or two: As gaÿ a day as ever broke Above the heads o’ Caundle vo’k, Vor peace, a-come vor all, did come To them wi’ two new friends at hwome. Zoo while we kept, wi’ nimble peäce, The wold dun tow’r avore our feäce, The aïr, at last, begun to come Wi’ drubbèns ov a beäten drum; An’ then we heärd the horns’ loud droats Plaÿ off a tuen’s upper notes; An’ then ageän a-risèn cheärm Vrom tongues o’ people in a zwarm An’ zoo, at last, we stood among The merry feäces o’ the drong. An’ there, wi’ garlands all a-tied In wreaths an’ bows on every zide, An’ color’d flags, a fluttrèn high An’ bright avore the sheenèn sky, The very guide-post wer a-drest Wi’ posies on his eärms an’ breast. At last, the vo’k zwarm’d in by scores