AYE, aye, vull rathe the zun mus’ rise early

To meäke us tired o’ zunny skies,

A-sheenèn on the whole day drough, shining, through

From mornèn's dawn till evenèn's dew.

When trees be brown an meäds be green,

An’ skies be blue, an’ streams do sheen, shine

An’ thin-edg'd clouds be snowy white

Above the bluest hills in zight;

But I can let the daylight goo,

When I've a-met wi’—I know who.

In Spring I met her by a bed

O’ laurels higher than her head;

The while a rwose hung white between

Her blushes an’ the laurel's green;

An’ then in Fall, I went along

The row of elems in the drong, lane

An’ heärd her zing bezide the cows,

By yollow leaves o’ meäple boughs;

But Fall or Spring is feäir to view

When day do bring me—I know who.

An’ when, wi’ wint'r a-comèn roun’,

The purple he'th's a-feädèn brown, heath's

An’ hangèn vern's a-sheäkèn dead, fern's

Bezide the hill's besheäded head:

An’ black-wing'd rooks do glitter bright

Above my head, in peäler light;

Then though the birds do still the glee

That sounded in the zummer tree,

My heart is light the winter drough, through

In me'th at night, wi’—I know who.