He that zent em can zend me their bread,
An' will smile on the chile
That's a-new on the knee.
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THE MAID O' NEWTON.
In zummer, when the knaps wer bright
In cool-aïr'd evenèn's western light,
An' haÿ that had a-dried all day,
Did now lie grey, to dewy night;