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Rh To door, wi’ downcast hearts, to miss Wi’ smiles below the clematis, &emsp;&emsp;Young Meäry Meäd o’ merry mood, &emsp;&emsp;Vor she’s a-woo’d an’ wedded.

When they do draw the evenèn blind, An’ when the evenèn light’s a-tin’d, The cheerless vier do drow a gleäre O’ light ageän her empty chair; An’ wordless gaps do now meäke thin Their talk where woonce her vaïce come in. Zoo lwonesome is her empty pleäce, An’ blest the house that ha’ the feäce &emsp;&emsp;O’ Meäry Meäd, o’ merry mood, &emsp;&emsp;Now she’s a-woo’d and wedded.

The day she left her father’s he’th, Though sad, wer kept a day o’ me’th, An’ dry-wheel’d waggons’ empty beds Wer left ’ithin the tree-screen’d sheds; An’ all the hosses, at their eäse, Went snortèn up the flow’ry leäse, But woone, the smartest for the roäd, That pull’d away the dearest lwoad— &emsp;&emsp;Young Meäry Meäd o’ merry mood, &emsp;&emsp;That wer a-woo’d an’ wedded.

smokeless tuns an’ empty halls, An’ moss a-clingèn to the walls, In ev’ry wind the lofty tow’rs Do teäke the zun, an’ bear the show’rs; An’ there, ’ithin a geät a-hung, But vasten’d up, an’ never swung.