Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/472

456 “You be?” another cried; “Hee! Hee!” woone mwore replied. “Aye, shrunk so thin, to bwone an’ skin,” Cried worthy Bloom the miller.

“ on. Be sprack, a-laggèn back.” “Oh! be there any cows to hook?” “Lauk she’s afraïd, a silly maïd,” &ensp;Cows? No, the cows be down by brook. “O here then, oh! here is a lot.” “A lot o’ what? what is it? what?” “Why blackberries, as thick &ensp;As ever they can stick.” “I’ve dewberries, oh! twice &ensp;As good as they; so nice.” “Look here. Theäse boughs be all but blue &ensp;Wi’ snags.” &ensp;“Oh! gi’e me down a vew.” “Come here, oh! do but look.” “What’s that? what is it now?” “Why nuts a-slippèn shell.” “Hee ! hee ! pull down the bough.” “I wish I had a crook.” “There zome o’m be a-vell.” &ensp;(One sings) &ensp;“I wish I was on Bimport Hill &ensp;I would zit down and cry my vill.” “Hee! hee! there’s Jenny zomewhere nigh, &ensp;A-zingèn that she’d like to cry.”