An' she do keep a-comèn on
To zee her father dead an' gone,
As if her soul could have noo rest
Avore her teäry cheäk's a-prest
By his vorgivèn kiss. Zoo blest
Be they that can but live in love,
An' vind a pleäce o' rest above
Unlik' the weepèn leädy.
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