Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/109

Rh Zoo come along, an’ let’s injaÿ The last fine weather while do staÿ; While thou canst hang, wi’ ribbons slack, Thy bonnet down upon thy back, Avore the winter, cwold an’ black, &emsp;Do kill thy flowers, an’ avore &emsp;Thy bird-cage is a-took in door, &emsp;&emsp;Though meäple leaves be yollow.

leäzers wi’ their laps o’ corn &emsp;Noo longer be a-stoopèn, An’ in the stubble, all vorlorn, &emsp;Noo poppies be a-droopèn; When theäse young harvest-moon do weäne, &emsp;That now’ve his horns so thin, O, We’ll leäve off walkèn in the leäne, &emsp;While night’s a zettèn in, O.

When zummer doust is all a-laid &emsp;Below our litty shoes, O; When all the raïn-chill’d flow’rs be dead, &emsp;That now do drink the dews, O; When beauty’s neck, that’s now a-show’d, &emsp;’S a-muffled to the chin, O; We’ll leäve off walkèn in the road, &emsp;When night’s a-zettèn in, O.

But now, while barley by the road &emsp;Do hang upon the bough, O, A-pull’d by branches off the lwoad &emsp;A-ridèn hwome to mow, O; While spiders roun’ the flower-stalks &emsp;Ha’ cobwebs yet to spin, O, We’ll cool ourzelves in out-door walks. &emsp;When night’s a-zettèn in, O.