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Rh The players’ pockets wer a-strout, Wi’ wold brown pence, a-rottlèn in, Their zwangèn bags did soon begin, Wi’ brocks an’ scraps, to plim well out. The childern all did run an’ poke &emsp;Their heads vrom hatch or door, an’ shout A-runnèn back to wolder vo’k. &emsp;Why, here! the humstrums be about! As ing-an-ing did ring the string, As ang-an-ang the wires did clang.

hillborne Paladore did show So bright to me down miles below, As woonce the zun, a-rollèn west, Did brighten up his hill’s high breast. Wi’ walls a-lookèn dazzlèn white, Or yollow, on the grey-topp’d height Of Paladore, as peäle day wore &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Awaÿ so feäir. Oh! how I wish’d that I wer there.

The pleäce wer too vur off to spy The livèn vo’k a-passèn by; The vo’k too vur vor aïr to bring The words that they did speak or zing. All dum’ to me wer each abode, An’ empty wer the down-hill road Vrom Paladore, as peäle day wore &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Awaÿ so feäir; But how I wish’d that I wer there.

But when I clomb the lofty ground Where livèn veet an’ tongues did sound,