First Collection. Spring. Easter Monday
An’ zoo o’ Monday we got drough Our work betimes, an ax’d a vew Young vo’k vrom Stowe an’ Coom, an’ zome Vrom uncle’s down at Grange, to come. An’ they so spry, wi’ merry smiles. Did beät the path an’ leäp the stiles, Wi’ two or dree young chaps bezide, To meet an’ keep up Easter tide: Vor we’d a-zaid avore, we’d git Zome friends to come, an’ have a bit O’ fun wi’ me, an’ Jeäne, an’ Kit, Because ’twer Easter Monday. An’ there we plaÿ’d away at quaïts, An’ weigh’d ourzelves wi’ sceäles an’ waïghts; An’ jump’d to zee who jump’d the spryest, An’ sprung the vurdest an’ the highest; An’ rung the bells vor vull an hour. An’ plaÿ’d at vives ageän the tower. An’ then we went an’ had a taït. An’ cousin Sammy, wi’ his waïght, Broke off the bar, he wer so fat! An’ toppled off, an’ vell down flat Upon his head, an’ squot his hat, Because ’twer Easter Monday.
William Barnes’s other poems:
- First Collection. Winter. Keepèn up o’ Chris’mas
- Third Collection. Comen Hwome
- Second Collection. Slow to come, quick agone
- Second Collection. John Bleäke at Hwome
- Third Collection. Things do Come Round
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