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Rh &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Mid zuch a zight, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;In that soft light Be jaÿ or païn, be païn or jaÿ.

If I should zee among em all, &emsp;In merry youth, a-glidèn by, My son’s bwold son, a-grown man-tall, &emsp;Or daughter’s daughter, woman-high; An’ she mid smile wi’ your good feäce, Or she mid walk your comely peäce, But seem, although a-chattèn loud, So dumb’s a cloud, in that bright pleäce: &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Would youth so feäir, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A-passèn there, Be jaÿ or païn, be païn or jaÿ.

’Tis seldom strangth or comeliness &emsp;Do leäve us long. The house do show Men’s sons wi’ mwore, as they ha’ less, &emsp;An’ daughters brisk, vor mothers slow. A dawn do clear the night’s dim sky, Woone star do zink, an’ woone goo high, An’ livèn gifts o’ youth do vall, Vrom girt to small, but never die: &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ should I view, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;What God mid do, Wi’ jaÿ or païn, wi’ païn or jaÿ?

zummer, leäte at evenèn tide, &emsp;I zot to spend a moonless hour ’Ithin the window, wi’ the zide &emsp;A-bound wi’ rwoses out in flow’r, Bezide the bow’r, vorsook o’ birds, An’ listen’d to my true-love’s words.