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 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 vaice 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 vaice an' feace

In prayer at eventide, I'll pray wi* woone sad vaice vor greace

To goo where you do bide ; Above the tree an' bough, my love,

Where you be gone avore, An' be a-waiten vor me now,

To come vor evermwore.

��WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED

660. Fairy Song

"LJE 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.

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