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Rh Or where the waggon, vrom the team &emsp;A-freed, is well a-housed vrom wet, An’ on the dousty cart-house beam &emsp;Do hang the cobweb’s white-lin’d net. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;While storms do roar, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ win’ do zweep, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;By hangèn steep, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Or hollow deep, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;At Lindenore.

An’ when a good day’s work ’s a-done &emsp;An’ I do rest, the while a squall Do rumble in the hollow tun, &emsp;An’ ivy-stems do whip the wall. Then in the house do sound about &emsp;My ears, dear vaïces vull or thin, A praÿèn vor the souls vur out &emsp;At sea, an’ cry wi’ bibb’rèn chin— &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Oh! shut the door. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;What soul can sleep, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Upon the deep, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;When storms do zweep &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;At Lindenore.

“ all be still, when win’s do blow? &emsp;Look down the grove an’ zee &emsp;The boughs a-swingèn on the tree, An’ beäten weäves below. Zee how the tweilèn vo’k do bend &emsp;Upon their windward track, Wi’ ev’ry string, an’ garment’s end, &emsp;A-flutt’rèn at their back.”