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394 &emsp;&emsp;’Tis gi’e an’ teäke, &emsp;&emsp;An’ woone vor others’ seäke; &emsp;In peäirs a-workèn out their ends, &emsp;Though men be foes that should be friends.

eventide the wind wer loud &emsp;By trees an’ tuns above woone’s head, An’ all the sky wer woone dark cloud, &emsp;Vor all it had noo raïn to shed; An’ as the darkness gather’d thick, I zot me down below a rick, Where straws upon the win’ did ride Wi’ giddy flights, along my zide, Though unmolestèn me a-restèn, &emsp;&emsp;Where I laÿ ’ithin the lew.

My wife’s bright vier indoors did cast &emsp;Its fleäme upon the window peänes That screen’d her teäble, while the blast &emsp;Vied on in music down the leänes; An’ as I zot in vaïceless thought Ov other zummer-tides, that brought The sheenèn grass below the lark, Or left their ricks a-wearèn dark, My childern voun’ me, an’ come roun’ me, &emsp;&emsp;Where I laÿ ’ithin the lew.

The rick that then did keep me lew &emsp;Would be a-gone another Fall, An’ I, in zome years, in a vew, &emsp;Mid leäve the childern, big or small;