"And while the wicket falls behind Her steps, I thought if I could find A wife I need not blush to show I've little further now to go."
"Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road, An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul."
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