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310 Or heal young beäns or peas in line, Or tie em up wi’ rods an’ twine, Or peel a kindly withy white To hold a droopèn flow’r upright.

No. Bits o’ time can zeldom come To much on groun’ a mile vrom hwome A man at hwome should have in view The jobs his childern’s hands can do; An’ groun’ abrode mid teäke em all Beyond their mother’s zight an’ call, To get a zoakèn in a storm, Or vall, i’ may be, into harm.

Ees. Geärden groun’, as I’ve a-zed, Is better near woone’s bwoard an’ bed.

—oh! my heart’s a-zwellèn Vull o’ jaÿ wi’ vo’k a-tellèn &emsp;Any news o’ thik wold pleäce, An’ the boughy hedges round it, An’ the river that do bound it &emsp;Wi’ his dark but glis’nèn feäce. Vor there’s noo land, on either hand, To me lik’ Pentridge by the river.

Be there any leaves to quiver On the aspen by the river? &emsp;Doo he sheäde the water still, Where the rushes be a-growèn, Where the sullen Stour’s a-flowèn &emsp;Drough the meäds vrom mill to mill? Vor if a tree wer dear to me, Oh! ’twer thik aspen by the river.