An' then do sound, O,
"Good night," all round, O,
To end our glee by the welshnut tree.
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JENNY OUT VROM HWOME.
O wild-reävèn west winds; as you do roar on,
The elems do rock an' the poplars do ply,
An' weäve do dreve weäve in the dark-water'd pon',—
Oh! where do ye rise vrom, an' where do ye die?