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Rh Vor Lydlinch bells be good vor sound, An’ liked by all the naïghbours round.

There sons did pull the bells that rung Their mothers’ weddèn peals avore, The while their fathers led em young An’ blushèn vrom the churches door, An’ still did cheem, wi’ happy sound, As time did bring the Zundays round, An’ call em to the holy pleäce Vor heav’nly gifts o’ peace an’ greäce; An’ vo’k did come, a-streamèn slow Along below the trees in row, While they, in merry peals, did sound The bells vor all the naïghbours round.

An’ when the bells, wi’ changèn peal, Did smite their own vo’ks window-peänes, Their sof’en’d sound did often steal Wi’ west winds drough the Bagber leänes; Or, as the win’ did shift, mid goo Where woody Stock do nessle lew, Or where the risèn moon did light The walls o‘ Thornhill on the height; An’ zoo, whatever time mid bring To meäke their vive clear vaïces zing, Still Lydlinch bells wer good vor sound, An’ liked by all the naïghbours round.

when the wold vo’k went abroad &emsp;They thought it vast enough, If vow’r good ho’ses beät the road &emsp;Avore the coach’s ruf; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ there they zot, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A-cwold or hot,