An' her brother, wer now a-grow'd staïd,
An' the apple tree lower did droop.
Out in the orcha'd where we had a-plaÿ'd,
There wer zome things a-seemèn the seäme,
But Meäry's a-married awaÿ.
There wer two little childern a-zent,
Wi' a message to me, oh! so feaïr
As the mother that they did zoo ment,
When in childhood she plaÿ'd wi' me there.
Zoo they twold me that if I would come