The primrwose in the shade do blow, The cowslip in the zun, The thyme upon the down do grow,
'Tis merry ov a zummer's day, When vo'k be out a-haul'n hay, Where boughs, a-spread upon the ground,
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven,
A happy day at Whitsuntide, As soon 's the zun begun to vall, We all stroll'd up the steep hill-zide
And passing here through evening dew, He hastened happy to her door, But found the old folk only two
When wintry weather's all a-done, An' brooks do sparkle in the zun, An' naisy-builden rooks do vlee
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with girls at play,
Since I noo mwore do zee your fe'ce, Up ste'rs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome ple'ce,
We zot bezide the leafy wall, Upon the bench at evenfall, While aunt led off our minds wrom ceare
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if you can teake
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges,