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First Line: Ah! Don't tell o' maidens; the oone var my bride
Last Line: Var to think what is right, an' a heart to be kind.
Subject(s): Love


AH! don't tell o' mâidens; the oone var my bride
Is but little lik' too many mâidens bezide;
Not brantèn, nar spitevul, nar wild;—she'v' a mind
Var to think what is right, an' a heart to be kind.

She's strâight an' she's slender, but not auver tal;
Her lims da move lightly, her veet be so smal:
A spirit o' heaven da breathe in her fiace,
An' a queen, to be stiately, must wa'ke wi' her piace.

Her frocks be so tidy, an' pirty, an' plâin:
She don't put on things that be fliarèn an' vain:
Her bonnet a-got but two ribbons, a-tied
Up under her chin, ar let down at the zide.

When she da speak to oone, she don't stiare an' grin;
There's sense in her looks vrom her eyes to her chin;
An' her vâice is so kind, var she's modest an' meek,
An' da look down to groun' a-beginnen to speak.

Her skin is so white as a lily, an' each
Ov her cheäks is so downy an' red as a peach:
She's pirty enough zittèn still; but my love
Da watch her to madness when oonce she da move.

An' when she da wa'ke huome vrom church, droo the groun'
Wi' oone yarm in mine, an' wi' oone hangèn down,
I'm a-shiam'd o' myzuf; var I'm sure I must be
Oncommonly ugly along zide o' she.

Zoo don't ta'ke o' mâidens; the oone var my bride
Is but little lik' too many mâidens bezide;
Not brantèn, nar spitevul, nar wild; she'v' a mind
Var to think what is right, an' a heart to be kind.





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