Maxioms by William Barnes
And while the wicket falls behind
Her steps, I thought if I could find
A wife I read more
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,
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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.
