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432 Then, though the zummer zun mid glow, Or though the Winter win’ mid blow, They’d leäp upon the saddle’s bow, &emsp;&emsp;An’ goo, lik’ Ruth, a-ridèn.

While evenèn light do sof’ly gild &emsp;The moss upon the elem’s bark, Avore the zingèn bird’s a-still’d. &emsp;Or woods be dim, or day is dark, Wi’ quiv’rèn grass avore his breast, In cowslip beds, do lie at rest, The ho’se that now do goo the best &emsp;&emsp;Wi’ rwosy Ruth a-ridèn.

love is good, my love is feäir, &emsp;She’s comely to behold, O, In ev’rything that she do wear, &emsp;Altho’ ’tis new or wold, O.