LET me work, but mid noo tie may

Hold me vrom the oben sky,

When zummer winds, in plaÿsome flight,

Do blow on vields in noon-day light,

Or ruslèn trees, in twilight night.

Sweet's a stroll,

By flow'ry knowl, or blue-feäc'd pool

That zummer win's do ruffle cool.

When the moon's broad light do vill

Plaïns, a-sheenèn down the hill; shining

A-glitterèn on window glass,

O then, while zummer win's do pass

The rippled brook, an’ swaÿèn grass,

Sweet's a walk,

Where we do talk, wi’ feäces bright,

In whispers in the peacevul night.

When the swaÿèn men do mow

Flow'ry grass, wi’ zweepèn blow,

In het a-most enough to dry heat

The flat-spread clote-leaf that do lie yellow water-lily

Upon the stream a-stealèn by,

Sweet's their rest,

Upon the breast o’ knap or mound hillock

Out where the goocoo's vaïce do sound. cuckoo's

Where the sleek-heäir'd maïd do zit

Out o’ door to zew or knit,

Below the elem where the spring

's a-runnèn, an’ the road do bring

The people by to hear her zing,

On the green,

Where she's a-zeen, an’ she can zee,

O gaÿ is she below the tree.

Come, O zummer wind, an’ bring

Sounds o’ birds as they do zing,

An’ bring the smell o’ bloomèn maÿ,

An’ bring the smell o’ new-mow'd haÿ;

Come fan my feäce as I do straÿ,

Fan the heäir

O’ Jessie feäir; fan her cool,

By the weäves o’ stream or pool.