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First Line: O! Meary, when the zun went down
Last Line: My evenen meal, an' woone smile mwore.


O! MEARY, when the zun went down,
Woone night in spring, w'viry rim,
Behind the nap wi' woody crown,
An' left your smilen feace so dim;
Your little sister there, inside,
Wi' bellows on her little knee,
Did blow the vire, a-glearen wide
Drough window-peanes, that I could zee, --
As you did stan' wi' me, avore
The house, a-pearten, -- woone smile mwore.

The chatt'ren birds, a-risen high,
An' zinken low, did swiftly vlee
Vrom shrinken moss, a-growen dry,
Upon the leanen apple tree.
An' there the dog, a-whippen wide
His heairy tail, an' comen near,
Did fondly lay agean your zide
His coal-black nose an' russet ear:
To win what I'd a-won avore,
Vrom your gay feace, his woone smile mwore.

An' while your mother bustled sprack,
A-getten supper out in hall,
An' cast her sheade, a-whiv'ren black
Avore the vire, upon the wall;
Your brother come, wi' easy peace,
In drough the slammen geate, along
The path, wi' healthy-bloomen feace,
A-whis'len shrill his last new zong:
An' when he come avore the door,
He met vrom you his woone smile mwore.

Now you that wer the daughter there,
Be mother on a husband's vloor,
An' mid ye meet wi' less o' ceare
Than what your hearty mother bore;
An' if abroad I have to rue
The bitter tongue, or wrongvul deed,
Mid I come hwome to sheare wi' you
What's needvul free o' pinchen need:
An' vind that you ha' still in store
My evenen meal, an' woone smile mwore.





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