Second Collection. Jessie Lee
Above the timber’s bendèn sh’ouds, The western wind did softly blow; An’ up avore the knap, the clouds Did ride as white as driven snow. Vrom west to east the clouds did zwim Wi’ wind that plied the elem’s lim’; Vrom west to east the stream did glide, A-sheenèn wide, wi’ windèn brim. How feäir, I thought, avore the sky The slowly-zwimmfen clouds do look; How soft the win’s a-streamèn by; How bright do roll the weävy brook: When there, a-passèn on my right, A-walkèn slow, an’ treadèn light, Young Jessie Lee come by, an’ there Took all my ceäre, an’ all my zight. Vor lovely wer the looks her feäce Held up avore the western sky: An’ comely wer the steps her peäce Did meäke a-walkèn slowly by: But I went east, wi’ beätèn breast, Wi’ wind, an’ cloud, an’ brook, vor rest, Wi’ rest a-lost, vor Jessie gone So lovely on, toward the west. Blow on, O winds, athirt the hill; Zwim on, O clouds; O waters vall, Down mæshy rocks, vrom mill to mill; I now can overlook ye all. But roll, O zun, an’ bring to me My day, if such a day there be, When zome dear path to my abode Shall be the road o’ Jessie Lee.
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