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I turn frae t’ flooers o’ May,

For t’ croft was white wid dog-daisies

When Jwohn was teàn away.

We coortit lang, dud Jwohn an’ me—

We waitit lang an’ sair—

He thowte oor weddin’ mūdn’t be

While beàth war poor an’ bare;

An’ sep’rat’, I gat past my prime,

Jwohn barrow-back’t an’ grey;—

Reet sair I grudg’t that wastit time,

When Jwohn was teàn away.

Jwohn pinch’t an’ spar’t, an’ tew’t an’ streàv,

Till t’ heart wid-in him brak’—

Still aimin’ brass aneuf to seàv,

Some lal bit farm to tak’:

An’ when he’d gitten t’ farm an’ me,

’Twas plain he mūdn’t stay;—

He dwined through t’ winter dark an’ dree—

I’ t’ spring was teàn away.

We may’d hed many a happy year,

If thowte to t’ winds we’d flung,

An’ join’t oor strength life’s leàd to beear,

When beàth war lish an’ yūng:

But widdert was oor flooer o’ life

Afoor oor weddin’ day;

An’ I’d nūt been ya year a wife

When Jwohn was teàn away.

Sooa t’ spring o’ life na sūmmer browte,

To my poor man or me;

An’ t’ spring o’ t’ year noo brings me nowte

But t’ mind o’ misery.