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Rh When I’d a-bound your vinger round Wi’ thik goold ring that’s now so thin, An’ you had nwone but me alwone To teäke ye leäte or eärly in. Come, Etty dear; come out o’ door, An’ teäke a sweetheart’s walk woonce mwore.

But often when the western zide O’ trees did glow at evenèn-tide, Or when the leäter moon did light The beeches’ eastern boughs at night, An’ in the grove, where vo’k did rove The crumpled leaves did vlee an’ spin, You couldèn sheäre the pleasure there: Your work or childern kept ye in. Come, Etty dear, come out o’ door, An’ teäke a sweetheart’s walk woonce mwore.

But ceäres that zunk your oval chin Ageän your bosom’s lily skin, Vor all they meäde our life so black. Be now a-lost behind our back. Zoo never mwope, in midst of hope, To slight our blessèns would be sin. Ha! ha! well done, now this is fun; When you do like I’ll bring ye in. Here, Etty dear; here, out o’ door, We’ll teäke a sweetheart’s walk woonce mwore.

Maÿ, but ev’ry leaf wer dry All day below a sheenèn sky; The zun did glow wi’ yollow gleäre, An’ cowslips blow wi’ yollow gleäre,