Dead And Gone.
I I wot well o' his going To think in flowers fair; - His a right kind heart, my dear, To give the grass such hair. II. I wot well o' his lying Such nights out in the cold, - To list the cricket's crick, my sweet, To see the glow-worm's gold. III. An mine eyes be laughterful, Well may they laugh, I trow, - Since two dead eyes a yesternight Gazed in them sad enow. IV. An my heart make moan and ache, Well may it dree, I'm sure; - He is dead and gone, my love, And it is beggar poor.
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