Don't try to win a maïden's heart,
To leäve her in her love,—'tis wrong:
'Tis bitter to her soul to peärt
Wi' woone that is her sweetheart long.
A maïd's vu'st love is always strong;
An' if do faïl, she'll linger on,
Wi' all her best o' pleasure gone,
An' hope a-left behind her.
Thy poor lost Jenny wer a-grow'd
So kind an' thoughtvul vor her years,