As all the club, wi' dousty lags,
Do walk wi' poles an' flappèn flags,
An' wind, to music, roun' between
A zwarm o' vo'k upon the green!
Though time do dreve me on, my mind
Do turn wi' love to thee behind.
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THE BROOK THAT RAN BY GRAMFER'S.
When snow-white clouds wer thin an' vew