An' zee the deèd as 'tis,—a crime,
An' hope a-left behind thee.
never win a maïden's heart,
But her's that is to be thy bride,
An' plaÿ drough life a manly peärt,
An' if she's true when time ha' tried
Her mind, then teäke her by thy zide.
True love will meäke thy hardships light,
True love will meäke the worold bright,
When hope's a-left behind thee.