’Twur ther I zeed two may-dens
Zittin under Cu-bit’s bower,
A-gatherin of sweet jassa-mine,
The lilly and the rose.
These be the fairest flowers
As in the gardin grows.
I vondly stepped to one o’ them,
These words to her I zays,
“Be you engaged to arra young man,
Come tell to me, I prays.”