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light do gleäre in ev’ry ground, Wi’ boughy hedges out a-round A-climmèn up the slopèn brows O’ hills, in rows o’ sheädy boughs: The while the hawthorn buds do blow As thick as stars, an’ white as snow; Or cream-white blossoms be a-spread About the guelder-rwoses’ head; How cool’s the sheäde, or warm’s the lewth, Bezide a zummer hedge in blooth.

When we’ve a-work’d drough longsome hours, Till dew’s a-dried vrom dazzlèn flow’rs, The while the climmèn zun ha’ glow’d Drough mwore than half his daily road: Then where the sheädes do slily pass Athirt our veet upon the grass, As we do rest by lofty ranks Ov elems on the flow’ry banks; How cool’s the sheade, or warm’s the lewth, Bezide a zummer hedge in blooth.

But oh! below woone hedge’s zide Our jaÿ do come a-most to pride; Out where the high-stemm’d trees do stand, In row bezide our own free land, An’ where the wide-leav’d clote mid zwim ’Ithin our water’s rushy rim: An’ raïn do vall, an’ zuns do burn, An’ each in season, and in turn, To cool the sheäde or warm the lewth Ov our own zummer hedge in blooth.