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368 Where the sleek-heäir’d maïd do zit Out o’ door to zew or knit, Below the elem where the spring ’S a-runnèn, an’ the road do bring The people by to hear her zing, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;On the green, Where she’s a-zeen, an’ she can zee, O gaÿ is she below the tree.

Come, O zummer wind, an’ bring Sounds o’ birds as they do zing, An’ bring the smell o’ bloomèn maÿ, An’ bring the smell o’ new-mow’d haÿ; Come fan my feäce as I do stray, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Fan the heäir O’ Jessie feäir; fan her cool, By the weäves o’ stream or pool.

high-flown larks wer on the wing, A warm-aïr’d holiday in Spring, We stroll’d, ’ithout a ceäre or frown, &emsp;Up roun’ the down at Meldonley; An’ where the hawthorn-tree did stand Alwone, but still wi’ mwore at hand, We zot wi’ sheädes o’ clouds on high &emsp;A-flittèn by, at Meldonley.

An’ there, the while the tree did sheäde Their gigglèn heads, my knife’s keen bleäde Carved out, in turf avore my knee, &emsp;J. L., *T. D., at Meldonley.