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Rh An’ while the green do zwarm wi’ wold An’ young, so thick as sheep in vwold, The bellows in the blacksmith’s shop, An’ miller’s moss-green wheel do stop, An’ lwonesome in the wheelwright’s shed ’S a-left the wheelless waggon-bed; While zwarms o’ comèn friends do tread &emsp;The white road down athirt the hill.

An’ when the windèn road so white, A-climmèn up the hills in zight, Do leäd to pleäzen, east or west, The vu’st a-known, an’ lov’d the best, How touchèn in the zunsheen’s glow, Or in the sheädes that clouds do drow Upon the zunburnt downs below, &emsp;’S the white road up athirt the hill.

What peaceful hollows here the long White roads do windy round among! Wi’ deäiry cows in woody nooks, An’ haymeäkers among their pooks, An’ housen that the trees do screen From zun an’ zight by boughs o’ green! Young blushèn beauty’s hwomes between &emsp;The white roads up athirt the hills.

mem’ry, when our hope’s a-gone, Could bring us dreams to cheat us on, Ov happiness our hearts voun’ true In years we come too quickly drough; What days should come to me, but you, &emsp;That burn’d my youthvul cheäks wi’ zuns &emsp;O’ zummer, in my plaÿsome runs &emsp;&emsp;About the woody hollow.