'S the lovely maïd ov Elwell Meäd.
An' when your hedges' slooes be blue,
By blackberries o' dark'nèn hue,
An' spiders' webs behung wi' dew,
O leänèn lawns ov Allen
Avore the winter aïr's a-chill'd,
Avore your winter brook's a-vill'd
Avore your zummer flow'rs be kill'd,
O leänèn lawns ov Allen;
I there would meet, in white arraÿ'd,