O' youth, an' eyes noo tears do wet.
There friends do settle, zide by zide,
The knower speechless to the known;
Their vaïce is there vor God alwone
To flesh an' blood their tongues be tied.
Grief a-wringèn,
Jaÿ a-zingèn,
Pray'r a-bringèn welcome rest
So softly to the troubled breast.