Madison Cawein - Dead and Gone lyrics

I I wot well o' his going To think in flowers fair;-- His a right kind heart, my dear, To give the gra** such hair. II. I wot well o' his lying Such nights out in the cold,-- To list the cricket's crick, my sweet, To see the glow-worm's gold. III. An mine eyes be laughterful, Well may they laugh, I trow,-- Since two dead eyes a yesternight Gazed in them sad enow. IV. An my heart make moan and ache, Well may it dree, I'm sure;-- He is dead and gone, my love, And it is beggar poor.