MARY:
I...

DICKON:
She...

MARY:
I am a girl

DICKON:
She is a lass as took a graidly fancy to thee
Dost tha' fear?

MARY:
Tha' mun not fear

DICKON:
She's took thee on for like to vex thee
Nowt o'the soart

MARY:
Nowt o'the soart

DICKON:
She knows fair well, she mun not fright thee

MARY:
Canna tha' show me?

DICKON:
Fair better to know her

MARY:
Show me tha' key

DICKON:
Show her tha' key
She's a lass and tha' art right
She needs a spot where she can rest in

MARY:
I mun sit where I'll not be so
Thinkin' thoughts or feel a guest in

DICKON:
Nowt o'the soart

MARY:
Nowt o'the soart

DICKON:
She'd fair be watchin' for the spring

MARY:
I'll not be climbin' up
I'll only be callin' "Good morning."
And fair low I'll sing

DICKON:
Well done, Mary!

MARY:
I'll only walk around, just like to see it for myself
If tha' canst 'low me visit
I'll speak low e'en to thysel'
Tha'll not be bothered night and day
By wenches racin' 'round
I'll but seem a silent dream
Standing on the secret ground
I'd but smell the growing things
Count the roses 'gainst the wall
Hear thy babes when first they peck
Stretch my hands if they should fall
Or if tha' likes, I'll bring thee seeds
Or worms all in a mound
For tha'll have me for a friend
Tha'll be the first I found

I'm a lass

DICKON:
A trusty lass

MARY:
That took a graidly fancy to thee
Canna tha' show me?

DICKON:
Fair well tha' dost know her

MARY: DICKON:
Show me tha' key. Show her tha' key

DICKON:
And you'll be here to see it
Stand and breathe it all the day
Stoop and feel it. Stop and hear it
Spring, I say