Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect by William Barnes. Third Collection |
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THE NEW HOUSE A-GETTEN WOLD. |
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THE NEW HOUSE A-GETTEN WOLD.
Ah! when our wedded life begun,
Theäse clean-wall'd house of ours wer new;
Wi' thatch as yollor as the zun
Avore the cloudless sky o' blue:
The sky o' blue that then did bound
The blue-hill'd worold's flow'ry ground.
Theäse clean-wall'd house of ours wer new;
Wi' thatch as yollor as the zun
Avore the cloudless sky o' blue:
The sky o' blue that then did bound
The blue-hill'd worold's flow'ry ground.
An' we've a-vound it weather-brown'd,
As spring-tide blossoms open'd white,
Or Fall did shed, on zunburnt ground,
Red apples vrom their leafy height:
Their leafy height, that winter soon
Left leafless to the cool-feäced moon.
As spring-tide blossoms open'd white,
Or Fall did shed, on zunburnt ground,
Red apples vrom their leafy height:
Their leafy height, that winter soon
Left leafless to the cool-feäced moon.
An' raïn-bred moss ha' staïn'd wi' green,
The smooth-feäced wall's white-morter'd streaks,
The while our childern zot between
Our seats avore the fleäme's red peaks:
The fleäme's red peaks, till axan white
Did quench em vor the long-sleep'd night.
The smooth-feäced wall's white-morter'd streaks,
The while our childern zot between
Our seats avore the fleäme's red peaks:
The fleäme's red peaks, till axan white
Did quench em vor the long-sleep'd night.
The bloom that woonce did overspread
Your rounded cheäk, as time went by,
A-shrinkèn to a patch o' red,
Did feäde so soft's the evenèn sky:
The evenèn sky, my faïthful wife,
O' days as feäïr's our happy life.
Your rounded cheäk, as time went by,
A-shrinkèn to a patch o' red,
Did feäde so soft's the evenèn sky:
The evenèn sky, my faïthful wife,
O' days as feäïr's our happy life.
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