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312 &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Zoo luck betide &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The upland zide, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Where wheat do wride, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;In corn-vields wide, &emsp;By crowns o’ Do’set Downs, O.

An’ while the screamèn bird-bwoy shook &emsp;Wi’ little zun-burnt hand, His clacker at the bright-wing’d rook, &emsp;About the zeeded land; His meäster there did come an’ stop &emsp;His bridle-champèn meäre, Wi’ thankvul heart, to zee his crop &emsp;A-comèn up so feäir. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;As there awhile &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;By geäte or stile, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;He gi’ed the chile &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A cheerèn smile, &emsp;By crowns o’ Do’set Downs, O.

At last, wi’ ears o’ darksome red, &emsp;The yollow stalks did ply, A-swaÿèn slow, so heavy ’s lead, &emsp;In aïr a-blowèn by; An’ then the busy reapers laid &emsp;In row their russlèn grips, An’ sheäves, a-leänèn head by head, &emsp;Did meäke the stitches tips. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Zoo food’s a-vound, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A-comèn round, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Vrom zeed in ground, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;To sheäves a-bound, &emsp;By crowns o’ Do’set Downs, O.

An’ now the wheat, in lofty lwoads, &emsp;Above the meäres’ broad backs, Do ride along the cracklèn rwoads, &emsp;Or dousty waggon-tracks.