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364 That woonce they wore would be too small To teäke em in, so big an’ tall.

Theäse year do show, wi’ snow-white cloud, &emsp;An’ deäsies in a sprinkled bed, An’ green-bough birds a-whislèn loud, &emsp;The looks o’ zummer days a-vled; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ grass do grow, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ men do mow, An’ all do show the wold times’ feäce Wi’ new things in the wold things’ pleäce.

if my ling’rèn life should run, &emsp;Drough years a-reckoned ten by ten, Below the never-tirèn zun, &emsp;Till beäbes ageän be wives an’ men; An’ stillest deafness should ha’ bound My ears, at last, vrom ev’ry sound; Though still my eyes in that sweet light, Should have the zight o’ sky an’ ground: &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Would then my steäte &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;In time so leäte, Be jaÿ or païn, be païn or jaÿ?

When Zunday then, a-weänèn dim, &emsp;As theäse that now’s a-clwosèn still, Mid lose the zun’s down-zinkèn rim, &emsp;In light behind the vier-bound hill; An’ when the bells’ last peal’s a-rung, An’ I mid zee the wold an’ young A-vlockèn by, but shoulden hear, However near, a voot or tongue: