A maid wi' many gifts o' greaece,
A maid wi' ever-smilen feaece,
A child o' yours my chilhood's pleaece,
O leaenen lawns ov Allen;
'S a-walken where your stream do flow,
A-blushen where your flowers do blow,
A-smilen where your zun do glow,
O leaenen lawns ov Allen.
An' good, however good's a-waigh'd,
'S the lovely maid ov Elwell Meaed.
An' oh! if I could teaeme an' guide
The winds above the e'th, an' ride
As light as shooten stars do glide,
O leaenen lawns ov Allen,
To you I'd teaeke my daily flight,
Drough dark'nen air in evenen's light,
An' bid her every night "Good night,"
O leaenen lawns ov Allen.
Vor good, however good's a-waigh'd,
'S the lovely maid ov Elwell Meaed.
An' when your hedges' slooes be blue,
By blackberries o' dark'nen hue,
An' spiders' webs behung wi' dew,
O leaenen lawns ov Allen
Avore the winter air's a-chill'd,
Avore your winter brook's a-vill'd
Avore your zummer flow'rs be kill'd,
O leaenen lawns ov Allen;
I there would meet, in white array'd,
The lovely maid ov Elwell Meaed.
For when the zun, as birds do rise,
Do cast their sheaedes vrom autum' skies,
A-sparklen in her dewy eyes,
O leaenen lawns ov Allen
Then all your mossy paths below
The trees, wi' leaves a-vallen slow,
Like zinken fleaekes o' yollow snow,
O leaenen lawns ov Allen.
Would be mwore teaeken where they stray'd
The lovely maid ov Elwell Meaed.