Oh, ruggier than the cherry, Oh, sweeter than the berry,

Oh, nymphs more bright than moonside nights, like kindlings blind and mad.

O nymph more bright than moonshine night, Like kindlings blithe and merry,

Like kindlings, blind and merry.

Like kindlings, blind and merry.

Or ruggier than the cherry?

Or swinter than the berry?

Oh, ruddier than the cherry.

And nymphs more bright than moonshine night, like kindlings blithe and mad.

Mary, blithe Mary, O nymph more bright than moonshine, Nights like kindlings, blithe and merry.

Ripe as the melting cluster No lily has such lustre

yet hard to tame, as raging flame and fierce as storms that bluster

yet hard to tame as raging flame and fierce as storms that blast.

yet hold to tame as raging flame and fierce as storm that

Oh, Ruddy had done the cherry.

Oh, nymphs more bright than moonshine night, like kidlings blithe and merry.

Don't nymphs more bright than moon shine night, like kidlings blind and merry.

Like king things fly than men.

Like king things fly than men.

Oh, rag girl and the cherry.

Oh, sweet girl and the berry.

Or sweeter than the berry?

Oh, nip's more bright than moonshine night, like kidling's blithe and meh.

Harry, blithe and hairy.

Oh, nymphs more bright than moonshine night, like kidlings blithe and merry.