English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Drèven o’ the Common. Уильям Барнс.

William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Drèven o’ the Common

In the common by our hwome
There wer freely-open room,
Vor our litty veet to roam
By the vuzzen out in bloom.
That wi’ prickles kept our lags
Vrom the skylark’s nest ov aggs;
While the peewit wheel’d around
Wi’ his cry up over head,
Or he sped, though a-limpèn, o’er the ground.

There we heärd the whickr’èn meäre
Wi’ her vaïce a-quiv’rèn high;
Where the cow did loudly bleäre
By the donkey’s vallèn cry.
While a-stoopèn man did zwing
His bright hook at vuzz or ling
Free o’ fear, wi’ wellglov’d hands,
O’ the prickly vuzz he vell’d,
Then sweet-smell’d as it died in faggot bands.

When the haÿward drove the stock
In a herd to zome oone pleäce,
Thither vo’k begun to vlock,
Each to own his beästes feäce.
While the geese, bezide the stream,
Zent vrom gapèn bills a scream,
An’ the cattle then avound,
Without right o’ greäzen there,
Went to bleäre braÿ or whicker in the pound.

William Barnes’s other poems:

1. First Collection. Winter. Keepèn up o’ Chris’mas
2. Third Collection. Comen Hwome
3. Second Collection. Slow to come, quick agone
4. Second Collection. John Bleäke at Hwome
5. Third Collection. Things do Come Round

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