Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/473

Rh &ensp;(Jenny sings) &ensp;“I would zit down and cry my vill &ensp;Until my tears would dreve a mill.” “Oh! here’s an ugly crawlèn thing, &ensp;A sneäke.”&emsp;“A slooworm; he wont sting.” “Hee! hee! how she did squal an’ hop, &ensp;A-spinnèn roun’ so quick’s a top.” “Look here, oh! quick, be quick.” “What is it? what then? where?” “A rabbit.”&emsp;“No, a heäre.” “Ooh! ooh! the thorns do prick,” “How he did scote along the ground &ensp;As if he wer avore a hound.” “Now mind the thistles.”&emsp;“Hee, hee, hee, &ensp;Why they be knapweeds.” “No.”&emsp;“They be.” “I’ve zome’hat in my shoe.” “Zit down, an’ sheäke it out.” “Oh! emmets, oh! ooh, ooh, &ensp;A-crawlèn all about.” “What bird is that, O harken, hush. &ensp;How sweetly he do zing.” “A nightingeäle.”&emsp;“La! no, a drush.” “Oh! here’s a funny thing.” “Oh! how the bull do hook, &ensp;An’ bleäre, an’ fling the dirt.” “Oh! wont he come athirt?” “No, he’s beyond the brook.” “O lauk! a hornet rose &ensp;Up clwose avore my nose.” “Oh! what wer that so white Rush’d out o’ thik tree’s top?” “An owl.”&emsp;“How I did hop, &ensp;How I do sheäke wi’ fright.” “A musheroom.”&emsp;“O lau!