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Rh But thy wold house an’ elmy nook, &emsp;An’ wall-screen’d geärden’s mossy zides, Thy grassy meäds an’ zedgy brook, &emsp;An’ high-bank’d leänes, wi’ sheädy rides, Wer all a-known to me by light Ov eärly days, a-quench’d by night, Avore they met the younger zight &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Ov Emily ov Yarrow Mill.

An’ now my heart do leäp to think &emsp;O’ times that I’ve a-spent in plaÿ, Bezide thy river’s rushy brink, &emsp;Upon a deäizybed o’ May; I lov’d the friends thy land ha’ bore. An’ I do love the paths they wore, An’ I do love thee all the mwore, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Vor Emily ov Yarrow Mill.

When bright above the e’th below &emsp;The moon do spread abroad his light, An’ aïr o’ zummer nights do blow &emsp;Athirt the vields in plaÿsome flight, ’Tis then delightsome under all The sheädes o’ boughs by path or wall, But mwostly thine when they do vall &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;On Emily ov Yarrow Mill.

aye, the leäne wi’ flow’ry zides A-kept so lew, by hazzle-wrides, Wi’ beds o’ grægles out in bloom, Below the timber’s windless gloon An’ geäte that I’ve a-swung, An’ rod as he’s a-hung, When I wer young, in Woakley Coomb.