Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect by William Barnes. Third Collection |
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THE WIND IN WOONE'S FEACE. |
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THE WIND IN WOONE'S FEACE.
There lovely Jenny past,
While the blast did blow
On over Ashknowle hill
To the mill below;
A-blinkèn quick, wi' lashes long,
Above her cheäks o' red,
Ageän the wind, a-beätèn strong,
Upon her droopèn head.
While the blast did blow
On over Ashknowle hill
To the mill below;
A-blinkèn quick, wi' lashes long,
Above her cheäks o' red,
Ageän the wind, a-beätèn strong,
Upon her droopèn head.
Oh! let dry win' blow bleäk,
On her cheäk so heäle,
But let noo raïn-shot chill
Meäke her ill an' peäle;
Vor healthy is the breath the blast
Upon the hill do yield,
An' healthy is the light a-cast
Vrom lofty sky to vield.
On her cheäk so heäle,
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Meäke her ill an' peäle;
Vor healthy is the breath the blast
Upon the hill do yield,
An' healthy is the light a-cast
Vrom lofty sky to vield.
An' mid noo sorrow-pang
Ever hang a tear
Upon the dark lash-heäir
Ov my feäirest dear;
An' mid noo unkind deed o' mine
Sweil what my love mid gaïn,
Nor meäke my merry Jenny pine
At last wi' dim-ey'd païn.
Ever hang a tear
Upon the dark lash-heäir
Ov my feäirest dear;
An' mid noo unkind deed o' mine
Sweil what my love mid gaïn,
Nor meäke my merry Jenny pine
At last wi' dim-ey'd païn.
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