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42 An’ now woone wing is all you’d vind O’ thik girt house a-left behind; An’ only woone wold stwonen tun ’S a-stannèn to the raïn an’ zun,— An’ all’s undone that he’d a-done; &emsp;The brook ha’ now noo call to staÿ &emsp;To vill his pon’ or clim’ his baÿ, &emsp;A-runnèn down to gramfer’s.

When woonce, in heavy raïn, the road At Grenley bridge wer overflow’d, Poor Sophy White, the pleäces pride, A-gwaïn vrom market, went to ride Her pony droo to tother zide; &emsp;But vound the streäm so deep an’ strong, &emsp;That took her off the road along &emsp;The hollow down to gramfer’s.

’Twer dark, an’ she went on too vast To catch hold any thing she pass’d; Noo bough hung over to her hand, An’ she could reach noo stwone nor land, Where woonce her little voot could stand; &emsp;Noo ears wer out to hear her cries, &emsp;Nor wer she woonce a-zeen by eyes, &emsp;Till took up dead at gramfer’s.

our zun’s a-zinkèn low, How soft’s the light his feäce do drow Upon the backward road our mind Do turn an’ zee a-left behind; When we, in childhood’s days did vind Our jaÿ among the gil’cup flow’rs, All drough the zummer’s zunny hours; &emsp;An’ sleep did come wi’ the dew.