The zilver-weed upon the green,
Out where my sons an' daughters plaÿè'd,
Had never time to bloom between
The litty steps o' bwoy an' maid
But rwose-trees down along the wall,
That then wer all the maiden's ceäre,
An' all a-trimm'd an' train'd, did bear
Their bloomen buds vrom Spring to Fall.

But now the zilver leaves do show
To zummer day their goolden crown,
Wi' noo swift shoe-zoles' litty blow,
In merry plaÿè to beät em down.
An' where vor years zome busy hand
Did train the rwoses wide an' high;
Now woone by woone the trees do die,
An' vew of all the row do stand.