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360 There the copse-wood, a-grow’d to a height, &emsp;Wer a-vell’d, an’ the primrwose in blooth, Among chips on the ground a-turn’d white, &emsp;Wer a-quiv’rfen, all beäre ov his lewth. The green moss wer a-spread on the thatch, &emsp;That I left yollow reed, an’ avore The small green, there did swing a new hatch, &emsp;Vor to let me walk into the door. Oh! the rook did still rock o’er the rick, &emsp;But wi’ Meäry a-married awaÿ.

the wood wer a-vell’d in the copse, &emsp;An’ the moss-bedded primrwose did blow; An’ vrom tall-stemmèd trees’ leafless tops, &emsp;There did lie but slight sheädes down below. An’ the sky wer a-showèn, in drough By the tree-stems, the deepest o’ blue, Wi’ a light that did vall on an’ off The dry ground, a-strew’d over wi’ scroff.

There the hedge that wer leätely so high, &emsp;Wer a-plush’d, an’ along by the zide, Where the waggon ’d a-haul’d the wood by, &emsp;There did reach the deep wheelrouts, a-dried. An’ the groun’ wi’ the sticks wer bespread, Zome a-cut off alive, an’ zome dead. An’ vor burnèn, well wo’th reäkèn off, By the childern a-pickèn o’ scroff.

In the tree-studded leäze, where the woak &emsp;Wer a-spreadèn his head out around, There the scrags that the wind had a-broke, &emsp;Wer a-lyèn about on the ground