Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Jeäne
JEÄNE.
We now mid hope vor better cheer,
My smilèn wife o’ twice vive year.
Let others frown, if thou bist near
Wi’ hope upon thy brow, Jeäne;
Vor I vu’st lov’d thee when thy light
Young sheäpe vu’st grew to woman’s height;
I loved thee near, an’ out o’ zight,
An’ I do love thee now, Jeäne.
An’ we’ve a-trod the sheenèn bleäde
Ov eegrass in the zummer sheäde,
An’ when the leäves begun to feäde
Wi’ zummer in the weäne, Jeäne;
An’ we’ve a-wander’d drough the groun’
O’ swaÿèn wheat a-turnèn brown,
An’ we’ve a-stroll’d together roun’
The brook an’ drough the leäne, Jeäne.
An’ nwone but I can ever tell
Ov all thy tears that have a-vell
When trials meäde thy bosom zwell,
An’ nwone but thou o’ mine, Jeäne;
An’ now my heart, that heav’d wi’ pride
Back then to have thee at my zide,
Do love thee mwore as years do slide,
An’ leäve them times behine, Jeäne.