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THE ZILVER-WEED.
The zilver-weed upon the green,
Out where my sons an' daughters plaÿ'd,
Had never time to bloom between
The litty steps o' bwoy an' maïd.
But rwose-trees down along the wall,
That then wer all the the maïden's ceäre,
An all a-trimm'd an' traïn'd, did bear,
Their bloomèn buds vrom Spring to Fall.
Out where my sons an' daughters plaÿ'd,
Had never time to bloom between
The litty steps o' bwoy an' maïd.
But rwose-trees down along the wall,
That then wer all the the maïden's ceäre,
An all a-trimm'd an' traïn'd, did bear,
Their bloomèn buds vrom Spring to Fall.
But now the zilver leaves do show
To zummer day their goolden crown,
Wi' noo swift shoe-soles' litty blow,
In merry plaÿ to beät en down.
An' where vor years zome busy hand
Did traïn the rwoses wide an' high;
Now woone by woone the trees do die,
An' vew of all the row do stand.
To zummer day their goolden crown,
Wi' noo swift shoe-soles' litty blow,
In merry plaÿ to beät en down.
An' where vor years zome busy hand
Did traïn the rwoses wide an' high;
Now woone by woone the trees do die,
An' vew of all the row do stand.
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