The Simmer time in simmers prime
And the sweet meadow grasses
How sweet the swathes the pretty paths
Where throng the bonny lasses
The tawny bee hums oer the lea
There seeking for the hinney
Bright speckled thrush in white thorn bush
Sings sangs of Love to Jeannie.

For Jeannies rare and Jeannies fair
And handsome as she's bonny
And gay she walks and sweet she talks
The fairest maid o' ony
Bullrushes quiver down the river
A sort o' glassy Ocean
A glittering light gems each stem bright
Of the rushes all in motion.

The simmer scene the meadow green
Are beautiful in feature
And green are flowers in simmer hours
How sweet the charms o' nature
A simmers walk a womans talk
Is sweet as wild bees hinney
Oer meadow leas how sweet to be
A walking with my Jeannie.

Hay cocks in heaps the fish he leaps
Aboon the meadow streams
Oer flood and grass like spangled glass
The Suns reflexion gleams
Green hedge & trees cornfields and leas
Are worth the sight o' seeing
The wild rose hues mid evening dews
Charm every human being

The clouds pearl white each rural sight
How sweet they all appear
Cows feeding round each rural sound
Is music to the ear
And meadow field what joy they yield
Where twittering sunbeams glimmer
Earth, air and sky hath health & joy
My Jeannie loves the simmer
‘Jane Wilson’.