William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Third Collection. Not goo Hwome To-night

No, no, why you’ve noo wife at hwome
Abidèn up till you do come,
Zoo leäve your hat upon the pin,
Vor I’m your waïter. Here’s your inn,
Wi’ chair to rest, an’ bed to roost;
You have but little work to do
This vrosty time at hwome in mill,
Your vrozen wheel’s a-stannèn still,
The sleepèn ice woont grind vor you.
No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

As I come by, to-day, where stood
Wi’ neäked trees, the purple wood,
The scarlet hunter’s ho’ses veet
Tore up the sheäkèn ground, wind-fleet,
Wi’ reachèn heads, an’ pankèn hides;
The while the flat-wing’d rooks in vlock,
Did zwim a-sheenèn at their height;
But your good river, since last night,
War all a-vroze so still’s a rock.
No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

Zee how the hufflèn win’ do blow,
A-whirlèn down the giddy snow:
Zee how the sky’s a-weärèn dim,
Behind the elem’s neäked lim’,
That there do leän above the leane;
Zoo teäke your pleäce bezide the dogs,
An’ sip a drop o’ hwome-brew’d eäle,
An’ zing your zong or tell your teäle,
While I do baït the vier wi’ logs.
No, no, you woout goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

Your meäre’s in steäble wi’ her hocks
In straw above her vetterlocks,
A-reachèn up her meäney neck,
An’ pullèn down good haÿ vrom reck,
A-meäkfen slight o’ snow an’ sleet;
She don’t want you upon her back,
To vall upon the slippery stwones
On Hollyhill, an’ break your bwones,
Or miss, in snow, her hidden track.
No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,
Good Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

Here, Jenny, come pull out your key
An’ hansel, wi’ zome tidy tea,
The zilver pot that we do owe
To your prize butter at the show,
An’ put zome bread upon the bwoard.
Ah! he do smile; now that ’ull do,
He’ll staÿ. Here, Polly, bring a light,
We’ll have a happy hour to-night,
I’m thankvul we be in the lew.
No, no, he woont goo hwome to-night,
Not Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

William Barnes’s other poems:

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




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