In The Spring

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My love is the maïd ov all maïdens,
  Though all mid be comely,
  Her skin's lik' the jessamy blossom
  A-spread in the Spring.

  Her smile is so sweet as a beäby's
  Young smile on his mother,
  Her eyes be as bright as the dew drop
  A-shed in the Spring.

  O grey-leafy pinks o' the geärden,
  Now bear her sweet blossoms;
  Now deck wi' a rwose-bud, O briar.
  Her head in the Spring.

  O light-rollèn wind blow me hither,
  The väice ov her talkèn,
  Or bring vrom her veet the light doust,
  She do tread in the Spring.

  O zun, meäke the gil'cups all glitter,
  In goold all around her;
  An' meäke o' the deäisys' white flowers
  A bed in the Spring.

  O whissle gaÿ birds, up bezide her,
  In drong-waÿ, an' woodlands,
  O zing, swingèn lark, now the clouds,
  Be a-vled in the Spring.

  An' who, you mid ax, be my praïses
  A-meäkèn so much o',
  An' oh! 'tis the maïd I'm a-hopèn
  To wed in the Spring.

© William Barnes