First Collection. Summer. Zummer Evenèn Dance
Come out to the parrock, come out to the tree, The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee; There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels, Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels. Come, all the long grass is a-mow’d an’ a-carr’d, An’ the turf is so smooth as a bwoard an’ so hard; There’s a bank to zit down, when y’ave danced a reel drough, An’ a tree over head vor to keep off the dew. There be rwoses an’ honeyzucks hangèn among The bushes, to put in thy weäst; an’ the zong O’ the nightingeäle’s heärd in the hedges all roun’; An’ I’ll get thee a glow-worm to stick in thy gown. There’s Meäry so modest, an’ Jenny so smart, An’ Mag that do love a good rompse to her heart; There’s Joe at the mill that do zing funny zongs An’ short-lagged Dick, too, a-waggèn his prongs. Zoo come to the parrock, come out to the tree, The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee; There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels,— Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels.
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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