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72 There’s a bank to zit down, when y’ave danced a reel drough, An’ a tree over head vor to keep off the dew.

There be rwoses an’ honeyzucks hangèn among The bushes, to put in thy weäst; an’ the zong O’ the nightingeäle’s heärd in the hedges all roun’; An’ I’ll get thee a glow-worm to stick in thy gown.

There’s Meäry so modest, an’ Jenny so smart, An’ Mag that do love a good rompse to her heart; There’s Joe at the mill that do zing funny zongs An’ short-lagged Dick, too, a-waggèn his prongs.

Zoo come to the parrock, come out to the tree, The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee; There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels,— Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels.

what the vo’k do call a veäiry ring Out there, lo’k zee. Why, ’tis an oddish thing.

Ah! zoo do seem. I wunder how do come! What is it that do meäke it, I do wonder?