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 Since you noo mwore be at my zide, In walks in zummer het, I'll goo alwone where mist do ride, Droo trees a-drippèn wet; Below the rain-wet bough, my love, Where you did never come, An' I don't grieve to miss ye now, As I do grieve at hwome.

Since now bezide my dinner-bwoard Your vaïce do never sound, I'll eat the bit I can avword A-vield upon the ground; Below the darksome bough, my love, Where you did never dine, An' I don't grieve to miss ye now, As I at hwome do pine.

Since I do miss your vaïce an' feäce In praÿer at eventide, I'll praÿ wi' woone sad vaïce vor greäce To goo where you do bide; Above the tree an' bough, my love, Where you be gone avore, An' be a-waitèn vor me now, To come vor evermwore.

WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED

1802-1839

660. Fairy Song

He has conn'd the lesson now; He has read the book of pain: There are furrows on his brow; I must make it smooth again.