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.