ABOVE the timber's bendèn sh'ouds, tops

The western wind did softly blow;

An’ up avore the knap, the clouds hillock

Did ride as white as driven snow.

Vrom west to east the clouds did zwim

Wi’ wind that plied the elem's lim’;

Vrom west to east the stream did glide,

A-sheenèn wide, wi’ windèn brim. shining

How feäir, I thought, avore the sky

The slowly-zwimmèn clouds do look;

How soft the win's a-streamèn by;

How bright do roll the weävy brook:

When there, a-passèn on my right,

A-walkèn slow, an’ treadèn light,

Young Jessie Lee come by, an’ there

Took all my ceäre, an’ all my zight.

Vor lovely wer the looks her feäce

Held up avore the western sky:

An’ comely wer the steps her peäce pace

Did meäke a-walkèn slowly by:

But I went east, wi’ beäten breast,

Wi’ wind, an’ cloud, an’ brook, vor rest,

Wi’ rest a-lost, vor Jessie gone

So lovely on, toward the west.

Blow on, O winds, athirt the hill; across

Zwim on, O clouds; O waters vall,

Down mæshy rocks, vrom mill to mill; mossy

I now can overlook ye all.

But roll, O zun, an’ bring to me

My day, if such a day there be,

When zome dear path to my abode

Shall be the road o’ Jessie Lee.