Th' Sun Shone Breet At Early Morn, Burds Sang Sweetly On The Trees; Larks Wor Springin From The Corn, Tender Blossoms Sowt The Breeze. Jockey Whistled As He Went O'Er Rich Meadows Wet Wi' Dew; In His Breast Wor Sweet Content, For His Wants An Cares Were Few. Dolly Passed Him On His Way, Fresh An Sweet An Fair Wor She; Jockey Lost His Heart That Day, To The Maid Ov Salterlee. Jockey An Dolly Had Allus Been Jolly, Till Love Shot His Arrow An Wounded The Twain; Their Days Then Pass Sadly, Yet Man An Maid Madly, In Spite Ov The Torture, They Nursed The Sweet Pain. Since That Day Did Jockey Pine, Dolly Shyly Kept Apart; Still Shoo Milk'D Her Willin Kine, Tho' Shoo Nursed A Braikin Heart, But One Neet They Met I'Th' Fold, When A Silv'Ry Mooin Did Shine; Jockey Then His True Love Told, An He Axt, "Will'T Thou Be Mine?" Tears Ov Joy Filled Dolly'S Een, As Shoo Answered Modestly; Dolly Nah Is Jockey'S Queen, Th' Bonniest Wife I' Salterlee. Jockey An Dolly, Are Livin An Jolly, May Blessins For Ivver Attend I' Ther Train; Ther Days They Pass Gladly, Noa Moor They Feel Sadly, For Two Hearts Are For Ivver Bound Fast I' Love'S Chain.