Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/121



, run up hwome wi’ us to night, Athirt the vield a-vroze so white, Where vrosty sheädes do lie below The winter ricks a-tipp’d wi’ snow, An’ lively birds, wi’ waggèn taïls, Do hop upon the icy raïls. An’ rime do whiten all the tops O’ bush an’ tree in hedge an’ copse, &emsp;In wind’s a-cuttèn keen.

Come, maïdens, come: the groun’s a-vroze Too hard to-night to spweil your clothes. You got noo pools to waddle drough, Nor clay a-pullèn off your shoe: An’ we can trig ye at the zide, To keep ye up if you do slide: Zoo while there’s neither wet nor mud, ’S the time to run an’ warm your blood, &emsp;In winds a-cuttèn keen.

Vor young men’s hearts an’ maïden’s eyes Don’t vreeze below the cwoldest skies, While they in twice so keen a blast Can wag their brisk lim’s twice so vast!