Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/299

Rh Blow on, O winds, athirt the hill; &emsp;Zwim on, O clouds; O waters vall, Down mæshy rocks, vrom mill to mill; &emsp;I now can overlook ye all. But roll, O zun, an’ bring to me My day, if such a day there be, When zome dear path to my abode Shall be the road o’ Jessie Lee.

evenèn aïr, in green-treed Spring, Do sheäke the new-sprung pa’sley bed, An’ wither’d ash-tree keys do swing An’ vall a-flutt’rèn roun’ our head: There, while the birds do zing their zong In bushes down the ash-tree drong, Come Jessie Lee, vor sweet’s the pleäce Your vaïce an’ feäce can meäke vor me.

Below the buddèn ashes’ height We there can linger in the lew, While boughs, a-gilded by the light, Do sheen avore the sky o’ blue: But there by zettèn zun, or moon A-risèn, time wull vlee too soon Wi’ Jessie Lee, vor sweet’s the pleäce Her vaïce an’ feäce can meäke vor me.

Down where the darksome brook do flow, Below the bridge’s archèd wall, Wi’ alders dark, a-leanèn low, Above the gloomy watervall; There I’ve a-led ye hwome at night, Wi’ noo feäce else ’ithin my zight