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Rh An’ smokeless now avore the zun Did stan’ the ivy-girded tun.

My bwoy did watch the daws’ bright wings &emsp;A-flappèn vrom their ivy bow’rs; My wife did watch my maïd’s light springs, &emsp;Out here an’ there vor flow’rs; And John did zee noo tow’rs, the pleäce Vor him had only Polly’s feäce.

An’ there, of all that pried about &emsp;The walls, I overlook’d em best, An’ what o’ that? Why, I meäde out &emsp;Noo mwore than all the rest: That there war woonce the nest of zome That wer a-gone avore we come.

When woonce above the tun the smoke &emsp;Did wreathy blue among the trees, An’ down below, the livèn vo’k, &emsp;Did tweil as brisk as bees; Or zit wi’ weary knees, the while The sky wer lightless to their tweil.

thankvul I be out o’ that Thick crowd, an’ not asquot quite flat. That ever we should plunge in where the vo’k do drunge So tight’s the cheese-wring on the veät!