Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/202

186 A-doèn housework up avore Their smilèn mother’s feäce; You’d cry—“Why, if a man would wive An’ thrive, ’ithout a dow’r, Then let en look en out a wife In Blackmwore by the Stour.”

As I upon my road did pass A school-house back in Maÿ, There out upon the beäten grass Wer maïdens at their plaÿ; An’ as the pretty souls did tweil An’ smile, I cried, “The flow’r O’ beauty, then, is still in bud In Blackmwore by the Stour.”

the woodlands, flow’ry gleäded, &emsp;By the woak tree’s mossy moot, The sheenèn grass-bleädes, timber-sheäded, &emsp;Now do quiver under voot; An’ birds do whissle over head, An’ water’s bubblèn in its bed, An’ there vor me the apple tree Do leän down low in Linden Lea.

When leaves that leätely wer a-springèn &emsp;Now do feäde ’ithin the copse, An’ païnted birds do hush their zingèn &emsp;Up upon the timber’s tops; An’ brown-leav’d fruit’s a-turnèn red, In cloudless zunsheen, over head, Wi’ fruit vor me, the apple tree Do leän down low in Linden Lea.