But woone, the smartest for the roäd,
That pull'd away the dearest lwoad—
Young Meäry Meäd o' merry mood,
That wer a-woo'd an' wedded.
THE STWONEN BWOY UPON THE PILLAR.
Wi' smokeless tuns an' empty halls,
An' moss a-clingèn to the walls,
In ev'ry wind the lofty tow'rs
Do teäke the zun, an' bear the show'rs;