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Rh An’ there be sons in youthvul pride, &emsp;An’ fathers weak wi’ years an’ païn, &emsp;An’ daughters in their mother’s traïn, The tall wi’ smaller at their zide; &emsp;&emsp;Heads in murnèn &emsp;&emsp;Never turnèn, Cheäks a-burnèn, wi’ the het O’ youth, an’ eyes noo tears do wet.

There friends do settle, zide by zide, &emsp;The knower speechless to the known; &emsp;Their vaïce is there vor God alwone To flesh an’ blood their tongues be tied. &emsp;&emsp;Grief a-wringèn, &emsp;&emsp;Jaÿ a-zingèn, Pray’r a-bringèn welcome rest So softly to the troubled breast.

while I zot, wi’ thoughtvul mind, Up where the lwonesome Coombs do wind, An’ watch’d the little gully slide So crookèd to the river-zide; I thought how wrong the Stour did zeem To roll along his ramblèn stream, A-runnèn wide the left o’ south, To vind his mouth, the right-hand zide.

But though his stream do teäke, at mill, An’ eastward bend by Newton Hill, An’ goo to lay his welcome boon O’ daïly water round Hammoon,