Behold, the pretty turtle dove that flies from tree to tree
Laymenting for his loving meat as I layment for thee
when I dos think upon thee.

You may depend on me my dear, for I am tru you need not fear
And if you are not just the same the heavens above you will offend
And then it is too leat [late] for to repent.

Now if your parents dos me adoar, the God above increase their store.
And if they does both of us in tice the heaven above may grant him rest
And both of us I hope they will them bless.

My dear when this you sees think upon me and keep me in your mind.
Let all the world say what they will, speak of me as you dos always find.

Long may we live, happy may we be, blessed and contented
From all misfortune free and time shall tell I loves you well.

The roses red, the violets blue, the currents sweet and so are you
And so are they that sent you this. So soon as we dos meet we will have a kees.

A hart is hear a hart of mine, a hart that never will incline
Nor lean to any one but thine. And I hope yours is so trew as mine
that is always trew to you.

Arise fear maiden from your slumber. Keep the morning bems moar bright.
Helpless moments must I number until I am bless with they dear sight.

June 24, 1827
I remains your trew love. 
William Rowsell to Martha Bower

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     Miss Martha Bower
     Neppers Harbour
     Newfoundland