Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/429

Rh An’ now, vor woonce, at leäst, ov all The pleäcen where the stream do vall, There’s woone that zome to-day mid vind, Wi’ things a-suited to their mind. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ that’s out where the Fancy Feäir &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Is on at Maïden Newton.

An’ vo’k, a-smarten’d up, wull hop Out here, as ev’ry traïn do stop, Vrom up the line, a longish ride, An’ down along the river-zide. An’ zome do beät, wi’ heels an’ tooes, The leänes an’ paths, in nimble shoes, An’ bring, bezides, a biggish knot, Ov all their childern that can trot, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A-vlockèn where the Fancy Feäir &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Is here at Maïden Newton.

If you should goo, to-day, avore A Chilfrome house or Downfrome door, Or Frampton’s park-zide row, or look Drough quiet Wraxall’s slopy nook, Or elbow-streeted Catt’stock, down By Castlehill’s cwold-winded crown, An’ zee if vo’k be all at hwome, You’d vind em out—they be a-come &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Out hither, where the Fancy Feäir &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Is on at Maïden Newton.

Come, young men, come, an’ here you’ll vind A gift to please a maïden’s mind; Come, husbands, here be gifts to please Your wives, an’ meäke em smile vor days; Come, so’s, an’ buy at Fancy Feäir A keepseäke vor your friends elsewhere;