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232 The wife a-blushèn in her prime; The widow wi’ her eyezight dim; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Maïdens dippèn, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Childern sippèn, Water drippèn, at the cool Dark wallèn ov the little pool.

Behind the spring do lie the lands My father till’d, vrom Spring to Spring, Awäitèn on vor time to bring The crops to paÿ his weary hands. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Wheat a-growèn, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Beäns a-blowèn, Grass vor mowèn, where the bridge Do leäd to Ryall’s on the ridge.

But who do know when liv’d an’ died The squier o’ the mwoldrèn hall; That lined en wi’ a stwonèn wall, An’ steän’d so cleän his wat’ry zide? &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;We behind en, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Now can’t vind en, But do mind en, an’ do thank His meäker vor his little tank.

theäse day’s work an’ burnèn sky ’V’a-zent hwome you so tired as I, Let’s zit an’ rest ’ithin the screen O’ my wold bow’r upon the green; Where I do goo myself an’ let The evenèn aiër cool my het, When dew do wet the grasses bleädes, A-quiv’rèn in the dusky sheädes.