'Twer May, but ev'ry leaf wer dry
All day below a sheenen sky;
The zun did glow wi' yollow gleaere,
An' cowslips blow wi' yollow gleaere,
Wi' graegles' bells a-droopen low,
An' bremble boughs a-stoopen low;
While culvers in the trees did coo
Above the vallen dew.
An' there, wi' heaeir o' glossy black,
Bezide your neck an' down your back,
You rambled gay a-bloomen feaeir;
By boughs o' may a-bloomen feaeir;
An' while the birds did twitter nigh,
An' water weaeves did glitter nigh,
You gather'd cowslips in the lew,
Below the vallen dew.
An' now, while you've a-been my bride
As years o' flow'rs ha' bloom'd an' died,
Your smilen feaece ha' been my jay;
Your soul o' greaece ha' been my jay;
An' wi' my evenen rest a-come,
An' zunsheen to the west a-come,
I'm glad to teaeke my road to you
Vrom vields o' vallen dew.
An' when the rain do wet the may,
A-bloomen where we woonce did stray,
An' win' do blow along so vast,
An' streams do flow along so vast;
Ageaen the storms so rough abroad,
An' angry tongues so gruff abroad,
The love that I do meet vrom you
Is lik' the vallen dew.
An' you be sprack's a bee on wing,
In search ov honey in the Spring:
The dawn-red sky do meet ye up;
The birds vu'st cry do meet ye up;
An' wi' your feaece a-smilen on,
An' busy hands a-tweilen on,
You'll vind zome useful work to do
Until the vallen dew.