The heavy thick mist hangs over the sun
The grass is all wet wi the dew
I cannot come out to thee Roger till noon
Fear o' spoiling my sealskin shoe
No mists need to tarry my Jenny till noon
The mist simmers thin on the hill
Sun beams getting yellow will master him soon
& ye may walk out if ye will

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