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284 But yours so feäir, an’ sweet’s the pleäce Your vaïce an’ feäce ha’ meäde me there.

An’ oh! when other years do come, An’ zettèn zuns, wi’ yollow gleäre, Drough western window-peänes, at hwome, Do light upon my evenèn chair: While day do weäne, an’ dew do vall, Be wi’ me then, or else in call, As time do vlee, vor sweet’s the pleäce Your vaïce an’ feäce do meäke vor me.

Ah! you do smile, a-thinkèn light O’ my true words, but never mind; Smile on, smile on, but still your flight Would leäve me little jaÿ behind: But let me not be zoo a-tried Wi’ you a-lost where I do bide, O Jessie Lee, in any pleäce Your vaïce an’ feäce ha’ blest vor me.

I’m sure that when a soul’s a-brought To this our life ov aïr an’ land, Woone mwore’s a-mark’d in God’s good thought, To help, wi’ love, his heart an’ hand. An’ oh! if there should be in store An angel here vor my poor door, ’Tis Jessie Lee, vor sweet’s the pleäce Her vaïce an’ feäce can meäke vor me.

where the zun did warm the lewth, An’ win’ did whiver in the sheäde, The sweet-aïr’d beans were out in blooth, Down there ’ithin the elem gleäde;