' till her feaece
Do bloom avore the tollman's geaete;
Oh! he'd be glad to oben wide
His high-back'd geaete, an' stand azide,
A-given up his toll wi' pride,
Vor zight o' Ruth a-riden.

An' oh! that Ruth could be my bride,
An' I had ho'ses at my will,
That I mid teaeke her by my zide,
A-riden over dell an' hill;
I'd zet wi' pride her litty tooe
'Ithin a stirrup, sheenen new,
An' leaeve all other jays to goo
Along wi' Ruth a-riden.

If maidens that be weaek an' peaele
A-mwopen in the house's sheaede,
Would wish to be so blithe and heaele
As you did zee young Ruth a-meaede;
Then, though the zummer zun mid glow,
Or though the Winter win' mid blow,
They'd leaep upon the saddle's bow,
An' goo, lik' Ruth, a-riden.

While evenen light do sof'ly gild
The moss upon the elem's bark,
Avore the zingen bird's a-still'd,
Or woods be dim, or day is dark,
Wi' quiv'ren grass avore his breast,
In cowslip beds, do lie at rest,
The ho'se that now do goo the best
Wi' rwosy Ruth a-riden.

BEAUTY UNDECKED.

The grass mid sheen when wat'ry beaeds
O' dew do glitter on the meaeds,
An' thorns be bright when quiv'ren studs
O' rain do hang upon their buds--
As jewels be a-meaede by art
To zet the plainest vo'k off smart.

But sheaeken ivy on its tree,
An' low-bough'd laurel at our knee,
Be bright all day, without the gleaere,
O' drops that duller leaeves mid weaer--
As Jeaene is feaeir to look upon
In plainest gear that she can don.

MY LOVE IS GOOD.

My love is good, my love is feaeir,
She's comely to behold, O,
In ev'rything that she do wear,
Altho' 'tis new or wold, O.
My heart do leaep to see her walk,
So straight do step her veet, O,
My tongue is dum' to hear her talk,
Her vaice do sound so sweet, O.
The flow'ry groun' wi' floor o' green
Do bear but vew, so good an' true.

When she do zit, then she do seem
The feaeirest to my zight, O,
Till she do stan' an' I do deem,
She's feaeirest at her height, O.
An' she do seem 'ithin a room
The feaeirest on a floor, O,
Till I ageaen do zee her bloom
Still feaeirer out o' door, O.
Where flow'ry groun' wi' floor o' green
Do bear but vew, so good an' true.

An' when the deaeisies be a-press'd
Below her vootsteps waight, O,
Do seem as if she look'd the best
Ov all in walken ga