I wish ye well alway’, my Sweet’, my Love’.
Blessings we have abundant, full and sweet.
Most times good health ye have complete, my Dove.
Most recently we have health poor and bleak.
But times will change so soon for us, foresooth.
We will be well and bright again right ‘way.
I hope in days ahead no cough uncouth.
I hope your day we be both fine, we may.
A happy birthday I do wish for you.
A day delight’ and sweet with blessings full.
No cold to mar o’r day, nothing to rue.
I love thee true on this, the day you rule.
This verse so poor is ’cause I sick ye see.
Next time a better poem ye get from me.