The zun can zink, the stars mid rise,
An' woods be green to sheenen skies;
The cock mid crow to mornen light,
An' workvo'k zing to vallen night;
The birds mid whissle on the spray,
An' childern leaep in merry play,
But our's is now a lifeless pleaece,
Vor we've a-lost a smilen feaece—
Young Meaery Meaed o' merry mood,
Vor she's a-woo'd an' wedded.
The dog that woonce wer glad to bear
Her fondlen vingers down his heaeir,
Do leaen his head ageaen the vloor,
To watch, wi' heavy eyes, the door;
An' men she zent so happy hwome
O' Zadurdays, do seem to come
To door, wi' downcast hearts, to miss
Wi' smiles below the clematis,
Young Meaery Meaed o' merry mood,
Vor she's a-woo'd an' wedded.
When they do draw the evenen blind,
An' when the evenen light's a-tin'd,
The cheerless vier do drow a gleaere
O' light ageaen her empty chair;
An' wordless gaps do now meaeke thin
Their talk where woonce her vaice come in.
Zoo lwonesome is her empty pleaece,
An' blest the house that ha' the feaece
O' Meaery Meaed, o' merry mood,
Now she's a-woo'd and wedded.
The day she left her father's he'th,
Though sad, wer kept a day o' me'th,
An' dry-wheel'd waggons' empty beds
Wer left 'ithin the tree-screen'd sheds;
An' all the hosses, at their eaese,
Went snorten up the flow'ry leaese,
But woone, the smartest for the roaed,
That pull'd away the dearest lwoad—
Young Meaery Meaed o' merry mood,
That wer a-woo'd an' wedded.