Feäir is the rwose o' blushèn hue,
Behung wi' dew, in mornèn's hour,
Feäir is the rwose, so sweet below
The noontide glow, bezide the bow'r.
Vull feäir, an' eet I'd rather zee
The rwose a-gather'd off the tree,
An' bloomèn still with blossom red,
By Lizzie's glossy head.
Mid peace droughout her e'thly day,
Betide her way, to happy rest,