'V a-been a-lost vor years; an' when
Zome happy day do come, to show
Their feäzen to our eyes ageän,
Do meäke us look behind, John,
Do bring wold times to mind, John,
Do meäke hearts veel, if they be steel,
All warm, an' soft, an' kind, John.
When we do lose, still gaÿ an' young,
A vaïce that us'd to call woone's neäme,
An' after years ageän his tongue