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5 That gie’d me woone I lov’d so dear, &emsp;An’ now ha’ lost, O zunny woodlands!

O let me rove ageän unspied, &emsp;Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! Along your green-bough’d hedges’ zide. &emsp;As then I rambled, zunny woodlands! An’ where the missèn trees woonce stood, Or tongues woonce rung among the wood, My memory shall meäke em good, &emsp;Though you’ve a-lost em, zunny woodlands!

, back at Leädy-Day, you know, I come vrom Gullybrook to Stowe; At Leädy-Day I took my pack O’ rottletraps, an’ turn’d my back Upon the weather-beäten door, That had a-screen’d, so long avore. The mwost that theäse zide o’ the greäve, I’d live to have, or die to seäve! My childern, an’ my vier-pleäce. Where Molly wi’ her cheerful feäce. When I’d a-trod my wat’ry road Vrom night-bedarken’d vields abrode, Wi’ nimble hands, at evenèn, blest Wi’ vire an’ vood my hard-won rest; The while the little woones did clim’. So sleek-skinn’d, up from lim’ to lim’, Till, strugglèn hard an’ clingèn tight. They reach’d at last my feäce’s height. All tryèn which could soonest hold My mind wi’ little teäles they twold.