A Maÿtide's evenèn wer a-dyèn,

Under moonsheen, into night, moonshine

Wi’ a streamèn wind a-sighèn

By the thorns a-bloomèn white.

Where in sheäde, a-zinkèn deeply,

Wer a nook, all dark but lew, sheltered

By a bank, arisèn steeply,

Not to let the win’ come drough. through

Should my love goo out, a-showèn

All her smiles, in open light;

Or, in lewth, wi’ wind a-blowèn, shelter

Staÿ in darkness, dim to zight?

Staÿ in sheäde o’ bank or wallèn, walls

In the warmth, if not in light;

Words alwone vrom her a-vallèn, falling

Would be jaÿ vor all the night.