Her blushes an' the laurel's green;

An' then in Fall, I went along

The row of elems in the drong,

An' heärd her zing bezide the cows,

By yollow leaves o' meäple boughs;

But Fall or Spring is feäir to view

When day do bring me—I know who.

An' when, wi' wint'r a-comèn roun',

The purple he'th's a-feädèn brown,

An' hangèn vern's a-sheäkèn dead,