O' drops that duller leäves mid weär—
As Jeäne is feäir to look upon
In plaïnest gear that she can don.
MY LOVE IS GOOD.
My love is good, my love is feäir,
She's comely to behold, O,
In ev'rything that she do wear,
Altho' 'tis new or wold, O.
My heart do leäp to see her walk,