Thomas Hardy - The West-of-Wess** Girl lyrics

A very West-of-Wess** girl,   As blithe as blithe could be,   Was once well-known to me, And she would laud her native town,   And hope and hope that we Might sometime study up and down   Its charms in company. But never I squired my Wess** girl   In jaunts to Hoe or street   When hearts were high in beat, Nor saw her in the marbled ways   Where market-people meet That in her bounding early days   Were friendly with her feet. Yet now my West-of-Wess** girl,   When midnight hammers slow   From Andrew's, blow by blow, As phantom draws me by the hand   To the place - Plymouth Hoe - Where side by side in life, as planned,   We never were to go!