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WALKEN HWOME AT NIGHT, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: You then, vor me, meade up your mind
Last Line: I'll leäd ye right, you needèn doubt.
Subject(s): Home; Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives

You then, vor me, meäde up your mind
To leäve your rights o' hwome behind,
Your width o' teäble-rim an' bit
O' virezide vloor, where you did zit,
An' all your walks by stiles and geätes
O' summer vields wi' maïden meätes,
To guide vor me my house, though small,
A-reckon'd, all my house mid be.
Come, hood your head; the wind is keen.
Come this zide, here. I'll be your screen.

The clothes your mother put ye on
Be now a-worn all out an' gone,
An' you do wear vrom top to tooe
What my true love ha' bought ye new,
That now in comely sheäpe's a-shown,
My own a-deckèn ov my own;
An' oh! ov all that I've a-got,
Vor your sweet lot a half is small.
Come, hood your head; wrap up, now do.
Walk clwose to me. I'll keep ye lew.

An' now when we be out to spend
A vrosty night wi' zome wold friend,
An' ringèn clocks to tell at last
The evenèn hour's a-gone too vast,
Noo vorked roads, to left an' right,
Do sunder us vor night or light;
But all my woe's vor you to veel,
An' all my weal's vor you to know.
Come, hood your head. You can't zee out?
I'll leäd ye right, you needèn doubt.

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