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Rh In parrock there the haÿ did lie In weäle below the elems, dry; An’ up in hwome-groun’ Jim, that know’d We all should come along thik road, D a-tied the grass in knots that drow’d &emsp;Poor Poll, a-watchèn in the West &emsp;Woone brighter star than all the rest,— &emsp;&emsp;The evenèn star o’ zummer.

The stars that still do zet an’ rise, Did sheen in our forefather’s eyes; They glitter’d to the vu’st men’s zight, The last will have em in their night; But who can vind em half so bright &emsp;As I thought thik peäle star above &emsp;My smilèn Jeäne, my zweet vu’st love, &emsp;&emsp;The evenèn star o’ zummer.

How sweet’s the mornèn fresh an’ new, Wi’ sparklèn brooks an’ glitt’rèn dew; How sweet’s the noon wi’ sheädes a-drow’d Upon the groun’ but leätely mow’d, An’ bloomèn flowers all abrode; &emsp;But sweeter still, as I do clim’, &emsp;Theäse woody hill in evenèn dim &emsp;&emsp;’S the evenèn star o’ zummer.

clote! when the brook’s a-glidèn &emsp;So slow an’ smooth down his zedgy bed, Upon thy broad leaves so seäfe a-ridèn &emsp;The water’s top wi’ thy yollow head, &emsp;&emsp;By alder’s heads, O, &emsp;&emsp;An’ bulrush beds, O. Thou then dost float, goolden zummer clote!