An' his mother did toss en, an' kiss en, an' call
En her darlèn, an' life, an' her hope, an' her all.
But she vound in the evenèn the chile werden well,
(Under the dark elem tree),
An' she thought she could gi'e all the worold to tell,
Vor a truth what his aïlèn mid be;
An' she thought o'en last in her praÿers at night,
An' she look'd at en last as she put out the light.
An' she vound en grow wo'se in the dead o' the night,
(Under the dark elem tree),