Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/357

Rh We then did hear the tongue ov aïr &emsp;A-mockèn mother’s vaïce so thin, “Come, now the bell do goo vor praÿ’r” &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—vor pray’r; “&thinsp;’Tis time to goo to church; come in” &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—come in.

The night when little Anne, that died, &emsp;Begun to zickèn, back in Maÿ, An’ she, at dusk ov evenèn-tide, &emsp;Wer out wi’ others at their plaÿ, Within the churchyard that do keep &emsp;Her little bed, the vaïce o’ thin Dark aïr, mock’d mother’s call “To sleep” &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—to sleep; “&thinsp;’Tis bed time now, my love, come in” &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—come in.

An’ when our Jeäne come out so smart &emsp;A-married, an’ we help’d her in To Henry’s newly-païnted cart, &emsp;The while the wheels begun to spin, An’ her gaÿ nods, vor all she smil’d, &emsp;Did sheäke a tear-drop vrom each eye, The vaïce mock’d mother’s call, “Dear child” &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—dear child; &emsp;“God bless ye evermwore; good bye” &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—good bye.

, I’m a man, I’m vull a man, You beät my manhood, if you can. You’ll be a man if you can teäke All steätes that household life do meäke.