I'VE a-come by the Maÿ-tree all times o’ the year,

When leaves wer a-springèn,

When vrost wer a-stingèn,

When cool-winded mornèn did show the hills clear,

When night wer bedimmèn the vields vur an’ near. far

When, in zummer, his head wer as white as a sheet,

Wi’ white buds a-zwellèn,

An’ blossom, sweet-smellèn,

While leaves wi’ green leaves on his bough-zides did meet,

A-sheädèn the deäisies down under our veet.

When the zun, in the Fall, wer a-wanderèn wan,

An’ haws on his head

Did sprinkle en red, it

Or bright drops o’ raïn wer a-hung loosely on,

To the tips o’ the sprigs when the scud wer a-gone. sudden shower

An’ when, in the winter, the zun did goo low,

An’ keen win’ did huffle, blow in gusts

But never could ruffle

The hard vrozen feäce o’ the water below,

His limbs wer a-fringed wi’ the vrost or the snow.