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Rh There, in eegrass new a-shootèn, I did run on even vootèn, &emsp;Happy, over new-mow’d land; Or did zing wi’ zingèn drushes While I plaïted, out o’ rushes, &emsp;Little baskets vor my hand; Bezide the clote that there did float, Wi’ yollow blossoms, on the river.

When the western zun’s a vallèn, What sh’ill vaïce is now a-callèn &emsp;Hwome the deaïry to the païls; Who do dreve em on, a-flingèn Wide-bow’d horns, or slowly zwingèn &emsp;Right an’ left their tufty taïls? As they do goo a-huddled drough The geäte a-leädèn up vrom river.

Bleäded grass is now a-shootèn Where the vloor wer woonce our vootèn, &emsp;While the hall wer still in pleäce. Stwones be looser in the wallèn; Hollow trees be nearer vallèn; &emsp;Ev’ry thing ha’ chang’d its feäce. But still the neäme do bide the seäme— ’Tis Pentridge—Pentridge by the river.

brown-leav’d Fall the wheat a-left &emsp;’Ithin its darksome bed, Where all the creakèn roller’s heft &emsp;Seal’d down its lowly head, Sprung sheäkèn drough the crumblèn mwold, &emsp;Green-yollow, vrom below, An’ bent its bleädes, a-glitt’rfen cwold, &emsp;At last in winter snow.