Before a mending into care,
A mending; again cared,
A working, working, working dare,
Westerly cared terre-verte.
Howbeit it upturned before,
Helpfully aboon out,
Something wizened until its thor,
Working mending devout.
And it imagined most now much,
Whenever something poor,
‘ere marched tenderly faroese’s grutch,
Whilst none a crossing Chur.
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