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Rh Come within the year to seek Woone you have sought woonce a week? Come while flow’rs be on the bow’rs, And the bird o’ zong’s a-heärd. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Wull ye come?

Ees come to ye, an’ come vor ye, is my word, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;I wull come.

me work, but mid noo tie Hold me vrom the oben sky, When zummer winds, in plaÿsome flight, Do blow on vields in noon-day light, Or ruslèn trees, in twilight night. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Sweet’s a stroll, By flow’ry knowl, or blue-feäcèd pool That zummer win’s do ruffle cool.

When the moon’s broad light do vill Plaïns, a-sheenèn down the hill; A-glitterèn on window glass, O then, while zummer win’s do pass The rippled brook, an’ swaÿèn grass, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Sweet’s a walk, Where we do talk, wi’ feäces bright, In whispers in the peacevul night.

When the swaÿèn men do mow Flow’ry grass, wi’ zweepèn blow, In het a-most enough to dry The flat-spread clote-leaf that do lie Upon the stream a-stealèn by, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Sweet’s their rest, Upon the breast o’ knap or mound Out where the goocoo’s vaïce do sound.