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SUNDRY PIECES.
A ZONG.
O Jenny, don't sobby! vor I shall be true;
Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you.
My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight
The zwell o' thy bosom, thy eyes' sparklèn light.
My kinsvo'k would faïn zee me teäke vor my meäte