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Ah! they vew zummers brought us round

The happiest days that we've a-vound,

When in the orcha'd, that did stratch

To westward out avore the patch

Ov high-bough'd wood, an' shelve to catch

The western zun-light, we did meet

Wi' merry tongues an' skippèn veet

At evenèn in the twilight.

The evenèn aïr did fan, in turn,

The cheäks the midday zun did burn.

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An' zet the russlèn leaves at plaÿ,

An' meäke the red-stemm'd brembles sway

In bows below the snow-white maÿ;

An' whirlèn roun' the trees, did sheäke

Jeäne's raven curls about her neck,

They evenèns in the twilight.

An' there the yollow light did rest

Upon the bank towárd the west,

An' twitt'rèn birds did hop in drough

The hedge, an' many a skippèn shoe

Did beät the flowers, wet wi' dew,

As underneäth the tree's wide limb

Our merry sheäpes did jumpy, dim,

They evenèns in the twilight.

How sweet's the evenèn dusk to rove

Along wi' woone that we do love!

When light enough is in the sky

To sheäde the smile an' light the eye

'Tis all but heaven to be by;

An' bid, in whispers soft an' light

'S the ruslèn ov a leaf, "Good night,"

At evenèn in the twilight.

An' happy be the young an' strong,

That can but work the whole day long

So merry as the birds in spring;

An' have noo ho vor any thing

Another day mid teäke or bring;

But meet, when all their work's a-done,

In orcha'd vor their bit o' fun

At evenèn in the twilight.

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