Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/400

384 An’ gil’cups quiver’d quick, &emsp;As aïr did pass, An’ deäisies huddled thick &emsp;Among the grass.

The while my eärms did swing &emsp;Wi’ work I had on hand, The quick-wing’d lark did zing &emsp;Above the green-tree’d land, An’ bwoys below me chafed &emsp;The dog vor fun, An’ he, vor all they laef’d, &emsp;Did meäke em run.

The south zide o’ the hill, &emsp;My own tun-smoke rose blue,— In North Coomb, near the mill, &emsp;My mother’s wer in view— Where woonce her vier vor all &emsp;Ov us did burn, As I have childern small &emsp;Round mine in turn.

An’ zoo I still wull cheer &emsp;Her life wi’ my small store, As she do drop a tear &emsp;Bezide her lwonesome door. The love that I do owe &emsp;Her ruf, I’ll paÿ, An’ then zit down below &emsp;My own wi’ jaÿ.