I’ t’ spring was teàn away.
We may’d hed many a happy year,
If thowte to t’ winds we’d flung,
An’ join’t oor strength life’s leàd to beear,
When beàth war lish an’ yūng:
But widdert was oor flooer o’ life
Afoor oor weddin’ day;
An’ I’d nūt been ya year a wife
When Jwohn was teàn away.
Sooa t’ spring o’ life na sūmmer browte,