Ov woone that deck'd her breast.

Vor at her weddèn, just avore

Her maïden hand had yet a-wore

A wife's goold ring, wi' hangèn head

She walk'd along thik flower-bed,

Where stocks did grow, a-staïned wi' red,

An' meärygoolds did skirt the walk,

An' gather'd vrom the rwose's stalk

A bud to deck her breast.

An' then her cheäk, wi' youthvul blood