Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect by William Barnes. Second Collection. Second Edition |
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FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE. |
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FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE.
When I wer' still a bwoy, an' mother's pride,A bigger bwoy spoke up to me so kind-like,
“If you do like, I'll treat ye wi' a ride
In theäse wheel-barrow here.” Zoo I wer' blind-like
To what he had a-workèn in his mind-like,
An' mounted vor a passenger inside;
An' comèn to a puddle, perty wide,
He tipp'd me in, a-grinnèn back behind-like.
Zoo when a man do come to me so thick-like,
An' sheäke my hand, where woonce he pass'd me by,
An' tell me he would do me this or that,
I can't help thinkèn o' the big bwoy's trick-like.
An' then, vor all I can but wag my hat
An' thank en, I do veel a little shy.
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