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382 Then they laid en there-right on the ground, &emsp;On a grass-heap, a-zweltrèn wi’ het, Wi’ his heäir all a-wetted around &emsp;His young feäce, wi’ the big drops o’ zweat; In his little left palm he’d a-zet, &emsp;Wi’ his right hand, his vore-vinger’s tip, As for zome’hat he woulden vorget,— &emsp;Aye! zome thought that he woulden let slip.

Then they took en in hwome to his bed, &emsp;An’ he rose vrom his pillow noo mwore, Vor the curls on his sleek little head &emsp;To be blown by the wind out o’ door. Vor he died while the häyhaÿ [sic] russled grey &emsp;On the staddle so leätely begun: Lik’ the mown-grass a-dried by the day,— &emsp;Aye! the zwath-flow’r’s a-killed by the zun.

the bridge out at Woodley did stride, &emsp;Wi’ his wide arches’ cool sheäded bow, Up above the clear brook that did slide &emsp;By the popples, befoam’d white as snow: As the gilcups did quiver among &emsp;The white deäisies, a-spread in a sheet. There a quick-trippèn maïd come along,— &emsp;Aye, a girl wi’ her light-steppèn veet.

An’ she cried “I do praÿ, is the road &emsp;Out to Lincham on here, by the meäd?” An’ “oh! ees,” I meäde answer, an’ show’d &emsp;Her the way it would turn an’ would leäd: “Goo along by the beech in the nook, &emsp;Where the childern do plaÿ in the cool, To the steppèn stwones over the brook,— &emsp;Aye, the grey blocks o’ rock at the pool.”