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Rh No. If he do ride at night &emsp;Vrom the zide the zun went under, Woone hour vrom his western light &emsp;Needen meäke woone hour asunder; Woone hour onward, woone hour nigher &emsp;To the hopeful eastern skies, Where his mornèn rim o’ vier &emsp;Soon ageän shall meet his eyes.

Leaves be now a-scatter’d round &emsp;In the wind, a-blowèn bleaker, An’ if we do walk the ground &emsp;Wi’ our life-strangth woone year weaker. Woone year weaker, woone year nigher &emsp;To the pleäce where we shall vind Woone that’s deathless vor the dier, &emsp;Voremost they that dropp’d behind.

is so mild o’ mind, &emsp;Vor ever kind, an’ ever true; A-smilèn, while her lids do rise &emsp;To show her eyes as bright as dew. An’ comely do she look at night, A-dancèn in her skirt o’ white, An’ blushèn wi’ a rwose o’ red Bezide her glossy head.

Feäir is the rwose o’ blushèn hue, &emsp;Behung wi’ dew, in mornèn’s hour, Feäir is the rwose, so sweet below &emsp;The noontide glow, bezide the bow’r. Vull feäir, an’ eet I’d rather zee The rwose a-gather’d off the tree, An’ bloomèn still with blossom red, By Lizzie’s glossy head.