Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/125

Rh An’ watchèn uncle up so sprack, Vorgot her veet, an’ vell down smack Athirt the house-dog’s shaggy back, &emsp;That wer in passage vor a snooze, &emsp;Beyond the reach o’ dancers’ shoes, &emsp;&emsp;While music wer a-soundèn.

week the Browns ax’d nearly all &emsp;The naïghbours to a randy, An’ left us out o’t, girt an’ small, &emsp;Vor all we liv’d so handy; An’ zoo I zaid to Dick, “We’ll trudge, &emsp;When they be in their fun, min; An’ car up zome’hat to the rudge, &emsp;An’ jis’ stop up the tun, min.”

Zoo, wi’ the ladder vrom the rick, &emsp;We stole towards the house, An’ crope in roun’ behind en, lik’ &emsp;A cat upon a mouse. Then, lookèn roun’, Dick whisper’d “How &emsp;Is theäse job to be done, min: Why we do want a faggot now, &emsp;Vor stoppèn up the tun, min.”

“Stan’ still,” I answer’d; “I’ll teäke ceäre &emsp;O’ that: why dussen zee The little grindèn stwone out there, &emsp;Below the apple-tree? Put up the ladder; in a crack &emsp;Shalt zee that I wull run, min, An’ teäke en up upon my back, &emsp;An’ soon stop up the tun, min.”