Young naïghbours' housen down the pleäce,

An' I do get a clue to treäce

Her out, an' goo to zee her hwome;

An' I do wish a vield a mile,

As she do sweetly chat an' smile

Along the drove, or at the stile,

In the stillness o' the night.

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THE SETTLE AN' THE GIRT WOOD VIRE.