O light-rollèn wind blow me hither,
The vaïce ov her talkèn,
Or bring vrom her veet the light doust,
She do tread in the Spring.
O zun, meäke the gil’cups all glitter,
In goold all around her;
An’ meäke o’ the deäisys’ white flowers
A bed in the Spring.
O whissle gaÿ birds, up bezide her,
In drong-waÿ, an’ woodlands,
O zing, swingèn lark, now the clouds,
Be a-vled in the Spring.
An’ who, you mid ax, be my praïses
A-meäkèn so much o’,
An’ oh! ’tis the maïd I’m a-hopèn
To wed in the Spring.
THE FLOOD IN SPRING.
Last night below the elem in the lew
Bright the sky did gleam
On water blue, while aïr did softly blow
On the flowèn stream,
An’ there wer gil’cups’ buds untwold,
An’ deäisies that begun to vwold
Their low-stemm’d blossoms vrom my zight
Ageän the night, an’ evenèn’s cwold.
But, oh! so cwold below the darksome cloud
Soon the night-wind roar’d,
Wi’ raïny storms that zent the zwollèn streams
Over ev’ry vword.
