WILLIAM BARNES
Since you noo mwore be at my zide,
In walks in zummer het, I'll goo alwone where mist do ride,
Droo trees a-drippen wet; Below the ram-wet bough, my love,
Where you did never come, An' I don't grieve to miss ye now,
As I do giieve at hwome.
Since now bezide my dinner-bwoard
Your vaice do v never sound, Til 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 vaice an' feace
In prayer at eventide, I'll pray wi' woone sad vaicc vor greace
To goo where you do bide , Above the tree an' bough, my love,
Where you be gone avorc, An' be a-waiten vor me now,
To come vor evermworc.
669 Evening, and Maidens
NOW the shiadcs o' the elems da stratch muore an muorc, Vrom the low-zmken zun in the west o' the sky , An' the maidens da stan out in clusters avore The doors, var to chatty an' zee vo'ke goo by.
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