I mind the day

I'd mind the day I'd wish I was a saygull flyin' far,

For then I'd fly an' find you in the West;

An I'd wish I was a little rose as sweet as roses are,

For then you'd maybe wear it on your breast,

Achray!

You'd maybe take an' wear it on your breast.

I'd wish I could be livin' near, to love you day an' night,

To let no throuble touch you or annoy;

I'd wish I could be dyin' here to rise a spirit light,

If Them above 'ud let me bring you joy,

Achray!

If Them above 'ud let me win you joy.

An' now I wish no wishes, nor ever fall a tear,

Nor take a thought beyont the way I'm led:

I mind the day that's over-by, an' bless the day that's here,

There be to come a day when we'll be dead,

Achray!

A longer, lighter day when we'll be dead.