An' tender thoughts did melt my heart,
An' zwells o' viry pride did dart
Lik' lightnèn drough my blood; a-peärt
Ov your love I should scorn,
An' zoo I vow'd, however sweet
Your looks mid be when we did meet,
I'd trample ye down under veet,
Or let ye goo forlorn.
But still thy neäme would always be
The sweetest, an' my eyes would zee