HERE did swäy the eltrot flow'rs, cow-parsley

When the hours o’ night wer vew,

An’ the zun, wi’ eärly beams

Brighten'd streams, an’ dried the dew,

An’ the goocoo there did greet cuckoo

Passers by wi’ dousty veet. dusty

There the milkmaïd hung her brow

By the cow, a-sheenèn red; shining

An’ the dog, wi’ upward looks,

Watch'd the rooks above his head,

An’ the brook, vrom bow to bow, bend

Here went swift, an’ there wer slow.

Now the cwolder-blowèn blast,

Here do cast vrom elems’ heads

Feäded leaves, a-whirlèn round,

Down to ground, in yollow beds,

Ruslèn under milkers’ shoes,

When the day do dry the dews.

Soon shall grass, a-vrosted bright,

Glisten white instead o’ green,

An’ the wind shall smite the cows,

Where the boughs be now their screen.

Things do change as years do vlee; fly

What ha’ years in store vor me?