A MAÏD wi’ many gifts o’ greäce,

A maïd wi’ ever-smilèn feäce,

A child o’ yours my chilhood's pleäce,

O leänèn lawns ov Allen;

's a-walkèn where your stream do flow,

A-blushèn where your flowers do blow, bloom

A-smilèn where your zun do glow,

O leänèn lawns ov Allen.

An’ good, however good's a-waïgh'd, judged (weighed)

's the lovely maïd ov Elwell Meäd.

An’ oh! if I could teäme an’ guide tame

The winds above the e'th, an’ ride earth

As light as shootèn stars do glide,

O leänèn lawns ov Allen,

To you I'd teäke my daily flight,

Drough dark'nèn aïr in evenèn's light, through

An’ bid her every night ―Good night,”

O leänèn lawns ov Allen.

Vor good, however good's a-waïgh'd,

's the lovely maïd ov Elwell Meäd.

An’ when your hedges’ slooes be blue, sloes

By blackberries o’ dark'nèn hue,

An’ spiders’ webs behung wi’ dew,

O leänèn lawns ov Allen,

Avore the winter aïr's a-chill'd,

Avore your winter brook's a-vill'd,

Avore your zummer flow'rs be kill'd,

O leänèn lawns ov Allen;

I there would meet, in white arraÿ'd,

The lovely maïd ov Elwell Meäd.

For when the zun, as birds do rise,

Do cast their sheädes vrom autum’ skies, shadows

A-sparklèn in her dewy eyes,

O leänèn lawns ov Allen;

Then all your mossy paths below

The trees, wi’ leaves a-vallèn slow, falling

Like zinkèn fleäkes o’ yollow snow,

O leänèn lawns ov Allen,

Would be mwore teäkèn where there straÿ'd

The lovely maïd ov Elwell Meäd.