We now mid hope vor better cheer, My smilèn wife o' twice vive year. Let others frown, if thou bist near Wi' hope upon thy brow, Jeäne; Vor I vu'st lov'd thee when thy light Young sheäpe vu'st grew to woman's height; I loved thee near, an' out o' zight, An' I do love thee now, Jeäne. An' we've a-trod the sheenèn bleäde Ov eegrass in the zummer sheäde, An' when the leäves begun to feäde Wi' zummer in the weäne, Jeäne; An' we've a-wander'd drough the groun' O' swaÿèn wheat a-turnèn brown, An' we've a-stroll'd together roun' The brook an' drough the leäne, Jeäne. An' nwone but I can ever tell Ov all thy tears that have a-vell When trials meäde thy bosom zwell, An' nwone but thou o' mine, Jeäne; An' now my heart, that heav'd wi' pride Back then to have thee at my zide, Do love thee mwore as years do slide, An' leäve them times behine, Jeäne. |