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Rh The miles they wer vrom town, &emsp;&emsp;Till the whip did crack &emsp;&emsp;On the ho’ses back, An’ the wheels did truckle roun’, good vo’k; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The wheels did truckle roun’.

An’ gaïly rod wold age or youth, &emsp;When zummer light did vall On woods in leaf, or trees in blooth, &emsp;Or girt vo’ks parkzide wall. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ they thought they past &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The pleäces vast, Along the dousty groun’, &emsp;&emsp;When the whip did smack &emsp;&emsp;On the ho’ses’ back, An’ the wheels spun swiftly roun’. Them days &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The wheels spun swiftly roun’.

sky wer clear, the zunsheen glow’d &emsp;On droopèn flowers drough the day, As I did beät the dousty road &emsp;Vrom hinder hills, a-feädèn gray; &emsp;Drough hollows up the hills, &emsp;Vrom knaps along by mills, Vrom mills by churches tow’rs, wi’ bells That twold the hours to woody dells.

An’ when the windèn road do guide &emsp;The thirsty vootman where mid flow The water vrom a rock bezide &emsp;His vootsteps, in a sheenèn bow; &emsp;The hand a-hollow’d up &emsp;Do beät a goolden cup, To catch an’ drink it, bright an’ cool, A-vallèn light ’ithin the pool.