Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/419

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NANNY’S NEW ABODE..
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But when, upon our weddèn night,
 The cart’s light wheels, a-rollèn round,
Brought Jenny hwome, they run too light
 To mark the yieldèn ground;
Or welcome would be vound a peäir
O’ green-vill’d routs a-runnèn there.

Zoo let me never bring ’ithin
 My dwellèn what’s a-won by wrong,
An’ can’t come in ’ithout a sin;
 Vor only zee how long
The waggon marks in drong, did show
Wi’ leaves, wi’ grass, wi’ groun’ wi’ snow.

NANNY’S NEW ABODE.

Now day by day, at lofty height,
 O zummer noons, the burnèn zun
’Ve a-show’d avore our eastward zight,
 The sky-blue zide ov Hameldon,
An’ shone ageän, on new-mow’d ground,
 Wi’ haÿ a-piled up grey in pook,
An’ down on leäzes, bennet-brown’d,
 An’ wheat a-vell avore the hook;
Till, under elems tall,
 The leaves do lie on leänèn lands,
In leäter light o’ Fall.

An’ last year, we did zee the red
 O’ dawn vrom Ash-knap’s thatchen oves,
An’ walk on crumpled leaves a-laid
 In grassy rook-trees’ timber’d groves,
Now, here, the cooler days do shrink
 To vewer hours o’ zunny sky,
While zedge, a-weävèn by the brink

 O’ shallow brooks, do slowly die.