An' who at last should she be vound,
Ov all the souls the sky do bound,
But woone that trod at vu'st thy groun'
Fair Emily ov Yarrow Mill.
But thy wold house an' elmy nook,
An' wall-screen'd geärden's mossy zides,
Thy grassy meäds an' zedgy brook,
An' high-bank'd leänes, wi' sheädy rides,
Wer all a-known to me by light
Ov eärly days, a-quench'd by night,