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.