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Rh An’ wi’ your feäce a-smilèn on, An’ busy hands a-tweilèn on, You’ll vind zome useful work to do &emsp;Until the vallèn dew.

I noo mwore do zee your feäce, &emsp;Up steäirs or down below, I’ll zit me in the lwonesome pleäce, &emsp;Where flat-bough’d beech do grow: Below the beeches’ bough, my love. &emsp;Where you did never come, An’ I don’t look to meet ye now, &emsp;As I do look at hwome.

Since you noo mwore be at my zide, &emsp;In walks in zummer het, I’ll goo alwone where mist do ride, &emsp;Drough trees a-drippèn wet: Below the raïn-wet bough, my love. &emsp;Where you did never come, An’ I don’t grieve to miss ye now, &emsp;As I do grieve at home.

Since now bezide my dinner-bwoard &emsp;Your vaïce do never sound, I’ll eat the bit I can avword, &emsp;A-vield upon the ground; Below the darksome bough, my love, &emsp;Where you did never dine, An’ I don’t grieve to miss ye now, &emsp;As I at hwome do pine.