THE bright-tunn'd house, a-risèn proud, -chimneyed

Stood high avore a zummer cloud,

An’ windy sheädes o’ tow'rs did vall shadows

Upon the many-window'd wall;

An’ on the grassy terrace, bright

Wi’ white-bloom'd zummer's deäisy beds,

An’ snow-white lilies’ noddèn heads,

Sweet Linda Deäne did walk in white;

But ah! avore too high a door,

Wer Linda Deäne ov Ellendon.

When sparklèn brooks an’ grassy ground,

By keen-aïr'd Winter's vrost wer bound,

An’ star-bright snow did streak the forms

O’ beäre-lim'd trees in darksome storms, bare-limbed

Sweet Linda Deäne did lightly glide,

Wi’ snow-white robe an’ rwosy feäce,

Upon the smooth-vloor'd hall, to treäce

The merry dance o’ Chris'mas tide;

But oh! not mine be balls so fine

As Linda Deäne's at Ellendon.

Sweet Linda Deäne do match the skies

Wi’ sheenèn blue o’ glisnèn eyes, shining

An’ feäirest blossoms do but show

Her forehead's white, an’ feäce's glow;

But there's a winsome jaÿ above, joy

The brightest hues ov e'th an’ skies. earth

The dearest zight o’ many eyes,

Would be the smile o’ Linda's love;

But high above my lowly love

Is Linda Deäne ov Ellendon.