Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect by William Barnes. First Collection. Fourth Edition |
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ZITTEN OUT THE WOLD YEAR. |
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ZITTEN OUT THE WOLD YEAR.
Why, raïn or sheen, or blow or snow,
I zaid, if I could stand so's,
I'd come, vor all a friend or foe,
To sheäke ye by the hand, so's;
An' spend, wi' kinsvo'k near an' dear,
A happy evenèn, woonce a year,
A-zot wi' me'th
Avore the he'th
To zee the new year in, so's.
I zaid, if I could stand so's,
I'd come, vor all a friend or foe,
To sheäke ye by the hand, so's;
An' spend, wi' kinsvo'k near an' dear,
A happy evenèn, woonce a year,
A-zot wi' me'th
Avore the he'th
To zee the new year in, so's.
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There's Jim and Tom, a-grown the size
O' men, gre't lusty chaps, so's,
An' Fanny wï' her sloo-black eyes,
Her mother's very daps, so's;
An' little Bill, so brown's a nut,
An' Poll, a gigglèn little slut,
I hope will shoot
Another voot
The year that's comèn in, so's.
O' men, gre't lusty chaps, so's,
An' Fanny wï' her sloo-black eyes,
Her mother's very daps, so's;
An' little Bill, so brown's a nut,
An' Poll, a gigglèn little slut,
I hope will shoot
Another voot
The year that's comèn in, so's.
An' there, upon his mother's knee,
So peärt do look about, so's,
The little woone ov all, to zee
His vu'st wold year goo out, so's.
An' zoo mid God bless all o's still,
Gwaïn up or down along the hill,
To meet in glee
Ageän to zee
A happy new year in, so's.
So peärt do look about, so's,
The little woone ov all, to zee
His vu'st wold year goo out, so's.
An' zoo mid God bless all o's still,
Gwaïn up or down along the hill,
To meet in glee
Ageän to zee
A happy new year in, so's.
The wold clock's han' do softly steal
Up roun' the year's last hour, so's;
Zoo let the han'-bells ring a peal,
Like them a-hung in tow'r, so's.
Here, here be two vor Tom, an' two
Vor Fanny, an' a peäir vor you;
We'll meäke em swing,
An' meäke em ring,
The merry new year in, so's.
Up roun' the year's last hour, so's;
Zoo let the han'-bells ring a peal,
Like them a-hung in tow'r, so's.
Here, here be two vor Tom, an' two
Vor Fanny, an' a peäir vor you;
We'll meäke em swing,
An' meäke em ring,
The merry new year in, so's.
Tom, mind your time there; you be wrong.
Come, let your bells all sound, so's:
A little clwoser Poll; ding, dong!
There, now 'tis right all round, so's.
The clock's a-strikèn twelve, d'ye hear?
Ting, ting, ding, dong! Farewell, wold year!
'Tis gone, 'tis gone!—
Goo on, goo on,
An' ring the new woone in, so's!
Come, let your bells all sound, so's:
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There, now 'tis right all round, so's.
The clock's a-strikèn twelve, d'ye hear?
Ting, ting, ding, dong! Farewell, wold year!
'Tis gone, 'tis gone!—
Goo on, goo on,
An' ring the new woone in, so's!
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