So brisk to an' fro in the zummer.
JOHN.
An' Jeäne. Mind you don't come 'ithout her,
My wife is a-thinkèn about her;
At our house she'll find she's as welcome
'S the rwose that do blow in the zummer.
LINDENORE.
At Lindenore upon the steep,
Bezide the trees a-reachèn high,