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290 When I do rest, at evenèn-fall, Bezide the he’th ov Ivy Hall.

There leafy stems do clim’ around &emsp;The mossy stwonèn eaves; An’ there be window-zides a-bound &emsp;Wi’ quiv’rfen ivy-leaves. But though the sky is dim ’ithout, An’ feäces mid be grim ’ithout, Still I ha’ smiles when I do call, At evenèn-tide, at Ivy Hall.

I don’t begrudge en his life, &emsp;Nor his goold, nor his housen, nor lands; Teäke all o’t, an’ gi’e me my wife, &emsp;A wife’s be the cheapest ov hands.