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236 &emsp;An’ there, though we mid hear the timber &emsp;&emsp;Creake avore the windy raïn; &emsp;An’ climèn ivy quiver, limber, &emsp;&emsp;Up ageän the window peäne; &emsp;Our merry vaïces then do sound, &emsp;In rollèn glee, or dree-vaïce round; Though wind mid roar, ’ithout the door, &emsp;Ov our abode in Arby Wood.

zome vo’ks jaÿ to teäke the road, An’ goo abro’d, a-wand’rèn wide, Vrom shere to shere, vrom pleäce to pleäce, The swiftest peäce that vo’k can ride. But I’ve a jaÿ ’ithin the door, Wi’ friends avore the vier-zide.