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me dear path to my abode Shall be the road o' Jessie Lee. THE TURNSTILE Ah! sad wer we as we did peaece The wold church road, wi' downcast feaece, The while the bells, that mwoan'd so deep Above our child a-left asleep, Wer now a-zingen all alive Wi' tother bells to meaeke the vive. But up at woone pleaece we come by, 'Twere hard to keep woone's two eyes dry; On Steaen-cliff road, 'ithin the drong, Up where, as vo'k do pass along, The turnen stile, a-painted white, Do sheen by day an' show by night. Vor always there, as we did goo To church, thik stile did let us drough, Wi' spreaden eaerms that wheel'd to guide Us each in turn to tother zide. An' vu'st ov all the train he took My wife, wi' winsome gait an' look; An' then zent on my little maid, A-skippen onward, overjaey'd To reach ageaen the pleaece o' pride, Her comely mother's left han' zide. An' then, a-wheelen roun' he took On me, 'ithin his third white nook. An' in the fourth, a-sheaeken wild, He zent us on our giddy child. But eesterday he guided slow My downcast Jenny, vull o' woe, An' then my little maid in black, A-walken softly on her track; An' after he'd a-turn'd ageaen, To let me goo along the leaene, He had noo little bwoy to vill His last white eaerms, an' they stood still. TO THE WATER-CROWFOOT O small-feaec'd flow'r that now dost bloom, To stud wi' white the shallow Frome, An' leaeve the [2]clote to spread his flow'r On darksome pools o' stwoneless Stour, When sof'ly-rizen airs do cool The water in the sheenen pool, Thy beds o' snow white buds do gleam So feaeir upon the sky-blue stream, As whitest clouds, a-hangen high Avore the blueness of the sky. [Footnote 2: The yellow water-lily.] ZUMMER AN' WINTER When I led by zummer streams The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her, While the zun, wi' evenen beams, Did cast our sheaedes athirt the water: Winds a-blowen, Streams a-flowen, Skies a-glowen, Tokens ov my jay zoo fleeten, Heightened it, that happy meeten. Then, when maid and man took pleaeces, Gay in winter's Chris'mas dances, Showen in their merry feaeces Kindly smi
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