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Rh A child o’ yours my chilhood’s pleäce, &emsp;O leänèn lawns ov Allen; ’S a-walkèn where your stream do flow, A-blushèn where your flowers do blow, A-smilèn where your zun do glow, &emsp;O leänèn lawns ov Allen. &emsp;&emsp;An’ good, however good’s a-waïgh’d, &emsp;&emsp;’S the lovely maïd ov Elwell Meäd.

An’ oh! if I could teäme an’ guide The winds above the e’th, an’ ride As light as shootèn stars do glide, &emsp;O leänèn lawns ov Allen, To you I’d teäke my daily flight, Drough dark’nèn aïr in evenèn’s light, An’ bid her every night “Good night,” &emsp;O leänèn lawns ov Allen. &emsp;&emsp;Vor good, however good’s a-waïgh’d, &emsp;&emsp;’S the lovely maïd ov Elwell Meäd.

An’ when your hedges’ slooes be blue, By blackberries o’ dark’nèn hue, An’ spiders’ webs behung wi’ dew, &emsp;O leänèn lawns ov Allen, Avore the winter aïr’s a-chill’d, Avore your winter brook’s a-vill’d Avore your zummer flow’rs be kill’d, &emsp;O leänèn lawns ov Allen; &emsp;&emsp;I there would meet, in white array’d, &emsp;&emsp;The lovely maïd ov Elwell Meäd.

For when the zun, as birds do rise, Do cast their sheädes vrom autum’ skies, A-sparklèn in her dewy eyes, &emsp;O leänèn lawns ov Allen;