Come while flow'rs be on the bow'rs.
And the bird o' zong's a-heärd.
Wull ye come?
Ees come to ye, an' come vor ye, is my word,
I wull come.
ZUMMER WINDS.
Let me work, but mid noo tie
Hold me vrom the oben sky,
When zummer winds, in plaÿsome flight,
Come while flow'rs be on the bow'rs.
And the bird o' zong's a-heärd.
Wull ye come?
Ees come to ye, an' come vor ye, is my word,
I wull come.
Let me work, but mid noo tie
Hold me vrom the oben sky,
When zummer winds, in plaÿsome flight,