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  Whistful, 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 lured by the scent of lote -  'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;  For what I did my soul atrounced,  * 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  Whistful, 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!