An' up the meäd toward the feäir;
The while her mother, at the geäte,
Call'd out an' bid her not staÿ leäte,
An' she, a-smilèn wi' her bow
O' blue, look'd roun' and nodded, No.
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An' up the meäd toward the feäir;
The while her mother, at the geäte,
Call'd out an' bid her not staÿ leäte,
An' she, a-smilèn wi' her bow
O' blue, look'd roun' and nodded, No.
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