Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/95

Rh An’ uncle, wi’ his elbows out, Did carve, an’ meäke the gravy spout; An’ aunt did gi’e the mugs about &emsp;&emsp;A-frothèn to the brim. Pleätes werden then ov e’then ware, They ate off pewter, that would bear A knock; or wooden trenchers, square, &emsp;&emsp;Wi’ zalt-holes at the rim.

An’ zoo they munch’d their hearty cheer, An’ dipp’d their beards in frothy-beer, An’ laugh’d, an’ jok’d—they couldden hear &emsp;&emsp;What woone another zaid. An’ all o’m drink’d, wi’ woone accword, The wold vo’k’s health: an’ beät the bwoard, An’ swung their eärms about, an’ roar’d, &emsp;&emsp;Enough to crack woone’s head.

after supper wer a-done, They clear’d the teäbles, an’ begun To have a little bit o’ fun, &emsp;&emsp;As long as they mid stop. The wold woones took their pipes to smoke, An’ tell their teäles, an’ laugh an’ joke, A-lookèn at the younger vo’k, &emsp;&emsp;That got up vor a hop.

Woone screäp’d away, wi’ merry grin, A fiddle stuck below his chin; An’ woone o’m took the rollèn pin, &emsp;&emsp;An’ beät the fryèn pan.