How time's a-gone! How years do goo!
Then in the waggon you did teäke
A ride, an' as the wheels vell down
Vrom ridge to vurrow, they did sheäke
On your small head your poppy crown,
An' now your little maïd, a dear,
Your childhood's very daps, is here,
Zoo let her staÿ, that her young feäce
Mid put a former year in pleäce.
How time do run! How years do roll!