I've a-come by the May-tree all times o' the year,
When leaves wer a-springen,
When vrost wer a-stingen,
When cool-winded mornen did show the hills clear,
When night wer bedimmen the vields vur an' near.
When, in zummer, his head wer as white as a sheet,
Wi' white buds a-zwellen,
An' blossom, sweet-smellen,
While leaves wi' green leaves on his bough-zides did meet,
A-sheaeden the deaeisies down under our veet.
When the zun, in the Fall, wer a-wanderen wan,
An' haws on his head
Did sprinkle en red,
Or bright drops o' rain wer a-hung loosely on,
To the tips o' the sprigs when the scud wer a-gone.
An' when, in the winter, the zun did goo low,
An' keen win' did huffle,
But never could ruffle
The hard vrozen feaece o' the water below,
His limbs wer a-fringed wi' the vrost or the snow.