Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/20

4 An’ many times when I do vind Things all goo wrong, an’ vo’k unkind, To zee the happy veedèn herds, An’ hear the zingèn o’ the birds, Do soothe my sorrow mwore than words; &emsp;Vor I do zee that ’tis our sin &emsp;Do meäke woone’s soul so dark ’ithin. &emsp;&emsp;When God would gi’e woone zunsheen.

ageän your leaves an’ flow’rs, &emsp;Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! Here underneath the dewy show’rs &emsp;O’ warm-aïr’d spring-time, zunny woodlands! As when, in drong or open ground, Wi’ happy bwoyish heart I vound The twitt’rèn birds a-buildèn round &emsp;Your high-bough’d hedges, zunny woodlands

You gie’d me life, you gie’d me jaÿ, &emsp;Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands You gie’d me health, as in my plaÿ &emsp;I rambled through ye, zunny woodlands! You gie’d me freedom, vor to rove In aïry meäd or sheädy grove; You gie’d me smilèn Fannèy’s love. &emsp;The best ov all o’t, zunny woodlands!

My vu’st shrill skylark whiver’d high, &emsp;Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! To zing below your deep-blue sky &emsp;An’ white spring-clouds, O zunny woodlands! An’ boughs o’ trees that woonce stood here, Wer glossy green the happy year