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Rh My heärt do leäp to see her walk, &emsp;So straïght do step her veet, O, My tongue is dum’ to hear her talk, &emsp;Her vaïce do sound so sweet, O. The flow’ry groun’ wi’ floor o’ green Do bear but vew, so good an’ true.

When she do zit, then she do seem &emsp;The feäirest to my zight, O, Till she do stan’ an’ I do deem, &emsp;She’s feäirest at her height, O. An’ she do seem ’ithin a room &emsp;The feäirest on a floor, O, Till I ageän do zee her bloom &emsp;Still feäirer out o’ door, O. Where flow’ry groun’ wi’ floor o’ green Do bear but vew, so good an’ true.

An’ when the deäisies be a-press’d &emsp;Below her vootsteps waïght, O, Do seem as if she look’d the best &emsp;Ov all in walkèn gaït, O. Till I do zee her zit upright &emsp;Behind the ho’ses neck, O, A-holdèn wi’ the raïn so tight &emsp;His tossèn head in check, O, Where flow’ry groun’ wi’ floor o’ green Do bear but vew, so good an’ true.

I wish I had my own free land &emsp;To keep a ho’se to ride, O, I wish I had a ho’se in hand &emsp;To ride en at her zide, O. Vor if I wer as high in rank &emsp;As any duke or lord, O,