 | Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect |  |
DAY'S WORK A-DONE.
And oh! the jaÿ our rest did yield,
At evenèn by the mossy wall,
When we'd a-work'd all day a-vield,
While zummer zuns did rise an' vall,
As there a-lettèn
Goo all frettèn,
An' vorgettèn all our tweils,
We zot among our childern's smiles.
At evenèn by the mossy wall,
When we'd a-work'd all day a-vield,
While zummer zuns did rise an' vall,
As there a-lettèn
Goo all frettèn,
An' vorgettèn all our tweils,
We zot among our childern's smiles.
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An' under skies that glitter'd white,
The while our smoke, arisèn blue,
Did melt in aiër, out o' zight,
Above the trees that kept us lew;
Wer birds a-zingèn,
Tongues a-ringèn,
Childern springèn, vull o' jaÿ,
A-finishèn the day in plaÿ.
The while our smoke, arisèn blue,
Did melt in aiër, out o' zight,
Above the trees that kept us lew;
Wer birds a-zingèn,
Tongues a-ringèn,
Childern springèn, vull o' jaÿ,
A-finishèn the day in plaÿ.
An' back behind, a-stannèn tall,
The cliff did feäce the western light;
Avore us wer the water-fall,
A-rottlèn loud, an' foamèn white.
An' leaves did quiver,
Gnots did whiver,
By the river, where the pool,
In evenèn aïr did glissen cool.
The cliff did feäce the western light;
Avore us wer the water-fall,
A-rottlèn loud, an' foamèn white.
An' leaves did quiver,
Gnots did whiver,
By the river, where the pool,
In evenèn aïr did glissen cool.
An' childern there, a-runnèn wide,
Did plaÿ their geämes along the grove,
Vor though 'twer ouer jaÿ to bide
A-zot at rest, 'twer theirs to move.
The while my smilèn
Jeäne, beguilèn,
All my tweilèn, wi' her ceäre,
Did call me to my evenèn feäre.
Did plaÿ their geämes along the grove,
Vor though 'twer ouer jaÿ to bide
A-zot at rest, 'twer theirs to move.
The while my smilèn
Jeäne, beguilèn,
All my tweilèn, wi' her ceäre,
Did call me to my evenèn feäre.
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