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Rh &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ so comely, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ so hwomely, Be the maïdens, if your son Took woone o’m, then you’d cry “Well done!” &emsp;&emsp;Friend an’ wife, &emsp;&emsp;Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, &emsp;&emsp;Happy, happy, be their life! &emsp;&emsp;Vor Do’set dear, &emsp;&emsp;Then gi’e woone cheer; &emsp;&emsp;D’ye hear? woone cheer!

If you do zee our good men travel, &emsp;Down a-voot, or on their meäres, Along the windèn leänes o’ gravel, &emsp;To the markets or the feäirs,— Though their ho’ses cwoats be ragged, Though the men be muddy-laggèd, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Be they roughish, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Be they gruffish, They be sound, an’ they will stand By what is right wi’ heart an’ hand. &emsp;&emsp;Friend an’ wife, &emsp;&emsp;Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, &emsp;&emsp;Happy, happy, be their life! &emsp;&emsp;Vor Do’set dear, &emsp;&emsp;Then gi’e woone cheer; &emsp;&emsp;D’ye hear? woone cheer!