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/ 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.