We now mid hope vor better cheer,
My smilen wife o' twice vive year.
Let others frown, if thou bist near
Wi' hope upon thy brow, Jeaene;
Vor I vu'st lov'd thee when thy light
Young sheaepe vu'st grew to woman's height;
I loved thee near, an' out o' zight,
An' I do love thee now, Jeaene.
An' we've a-trod the sheenen bleaede
Ov eegrass in the zummer sheaede,
An' when the leaeves begun to feaede
Wi' zummer in the weaene, Jeaene;
An' we've a-wander'd drough the groun'
O' swayen wheat a-turnen brown,
An' we've a-stroll'd together roun'
The brook an' drough the leaene, Jeane.
An' nwone but I can ever tell
Ov all thy tears that have a-vell
When trials meaede thy bosom zwell,
An' nwone but thou o' mine, Jeaene;
An' now my heart, that heav'd wi' pride
Back then to have thee at my zide,
Do love thee mwore as years do slide,
An' leaeve them times behine, Jeaene.