First Collection. Winter. Lullaby
The rook’s nest do rock on the tree-top Where vew foes can stand; The martin’s is high, an’ is deep In the steep cliff o’ zand. But thou, love, a-sleepèn where vootsteps Mid come to thy bed, Hast father an’ mother to watch thee An’ shelter thy head. Lullaby, Lilybrow. Lie asleep; Blest be thy rest. An’ zome birds do keep under ruffèn Their young vrom the storm, An’ zome wi’ nest-hoodèns o’ moss And o’ wool, do lie warm. An’ we wull look well to the houseruf That o’er thee mid leäk, An’ the blast that mid beät on thy winder Shall not smite thy cheäk. Lullaby, Lilibrow. Lie asleep; Blest be thy rest.
William Barnes’s other poems:
- Third Collection. Comen Hwome
- Second Collection. Slow to come, quick agone
- Second Collection. John Bleäke at Hwome
- Third Collection. Things do Come Round
- Third Collection. I’m out o’ Door
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