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46 An’ then aunt zaid ’twer time to goo In hwome,—a-holdèn up her shoe, To show how wet he wer wi’ dew. An’ zoo they toddled hwome to rest, Lik’ doves a-vleèn to their nest &emsp;In leafy boughs a-swaÿen.

leäne the gipsies, as we went A-milkèn, had a-pitch’d their tent, Between the gravel-pit an’ clump O’ trees, upon the little hump: An’ while upon the grassy groun’ &emsp;Their smokèn vire did crack an’ bleäze, &emsp;Their shaggy-cwoated hoss did greäze Among the bushes vurder down.

An’ zoo, when we brought back our païls, The woman met us at the raïls, An’ zaid she’d tell us, if we’d show Our han’s, what we should like to know. Zoo Poll zaid she’d a mind to try &emsp;Her skill a bit, if I would vu’st; &emsp;Though, to be sure, she didden trust To gipsies any mwore than I.

Well; I agreed, an’ off all dree O’s went behind an elem tree, An’ after she’d a-zeed ’ithin My han’ the wrinkles o’ the skin, She twold me—an’ she must a-know’d &emsp;That Dicky met me in the leäne,— &emsp;That I’d a-walk’d, an’ should ageän, Wi’ zomebody along thik road.