Lyrics:

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
-- By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
-- And as a crux - cede I my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
-- Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.
Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet, -- I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me: -- Ryking for thee;
«List and heed», thou say'st -- Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure -- Chancing to lure,
-- Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
-- Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

-- Mayhap luréd by the scent of lote -
-- 'Od! - the fœtid - eft hie back I mote;
-- For what I did my soul atrouncéd,
How I wish for thee again,
-- O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
Will I give thee it: Troth.

Thine voice is oh so sweet, -- I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me: -- Ryking for thee;
«List and heed», thou say'st -- Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure. -- Chancing to lure,
-- Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
-- Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath