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64 The grey-bough’d withy’s a-leänèn lowly &emsp;Above the water thy leaves do hide; The bendèn bulrush, a-swaÿèn slowly, &emsp;Do skirt in zummer thy river’s zide; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ perch in shoals, O, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Do vill the holes, O, Where thou dost float, goolden zummer clote!

Oh! when thy brook-drinkèn flow’r ’s a-blowèn, &emsp;The burnèn zummer’s a-zettèn in; The time o’ greenness, the time o’ mowèn, &emsp;When in the haÿ-vield, wi’ zunburnt skin, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The vo’k do drink, O, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Upon the brink, O, Where thou dost float, goolden zummer clote!

Wi’ eärms a-spreadèn, an’ cheäks a-blowèn, &emsp;How proud wer I when I vu’st could zwim Athirt the pleäce where thou bist a-growèn, &emsp;Wi’ thy long more vrom the bottom dim; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;While cows, knee-high, O, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;In brook, wer nigh, O, Where thou dost float, goolden zummer clote!

Ov all the brooks drough the meäds a-windèn, &emsp;Ov all the meäds by a river’s brim, There’s nwone so feäir o’ my own heart’s vindèn, &emsp;As where the maïdens do zee thee swim, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ stan’ to teäke, O, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Wi’ long-stemm’d reäke, O, Thy flow’r afloat, goolden zummer clote!