Don’t Ceäre by William Barnes
At the feäst, I do mind very well, all the vo’ks Wer a-took in a happerèn storm, But we chaps took the maïdens, an’ kept em wi’ clokes Under shelter, all dry an’ all warm; An’ to my lot vell Jeäne, that’s my bride, That did titter, a-hung at my zide; Zaid her aunt, “Why […]
A Do’set Sale by William Barnes
WITH A MISTAKE. (_Thomas and Mr Auctioneer._) _T._ Well here, then, Mister auctioneer, Be theäse the virs, I bought, out here? _A._ The firs, the fir-poles, you bought? Who? ‘Twas _furze_, not _firs_, I sold to you. _T._ I bid vor _virs_, and not vor _vuzzen_, Vor vir-poles, as I thought, two dozen. _A._ Two […]
Day’s Work A-Done by William Barnes
And oh! the jaÿ our rest did yield, At evenèn by the mossy wall, When we’d a-work’d all day a-vield, While zummer zuns did rise an’ vall; As there a-lettèn Goo all frettèn, An’ vorgettèn all our tweils, We zot among our childern’s smiles. An’ under skies that glitter’d white, The while our smoke, arisèn […]
Daniel Dwithen, The Wise Chap by William Barnes
Dan Dwithen wer the chap to show His naïghbours mwore than they did know, Vor he could zee, wi’ half a thought, What zome could hardly be a-taught; An’ he had never any doubt Whatever ‘twer, but he did know’t, An’ had a-reach’d the bottom o’t, Or soon could meäke it out. Wi’ narrow feäce, […]
Culver Dell And The Squire by William Barnes
There’s noo pleäce I do like so well, As Elem Knap in Culver Dell, Where timber trees, wi’ lofty shouds, Did rise avore the western clouds; An’ stan’ ageän, wi’ veathery tops, A-swayèn up in North-Hill Copse. An’ on the east the mornèn broke Above a dewy grove o’ woak: An’ noontide shed its burnèn […]
Corn A-Turnen Yollow by William Barnes
The windless copse ha’ sheädy boughs, Wi’ blackbirds’ evenèn whistles; The hills ha’ sheep upon their brows, The zummerleäze ha’ thistles: The meäds be gaÿ in grassy Maÿ, But, oh! vrom hill to hollow, Let me look down upon a groun’ O’ corn a-turnèn yollow. An’ pease do grow in tangled beds, An’ beäns be […]
Chris’mas Invitation by William Barnes
Come down to-morrow night; an’ mind, Don’t leäve thy fiddle-bag behind; We’ll sheäke a lag, an’ drink a cup O’ eäle, to keep wold Chris’mas up. An’ let thy sister teäke thy eärm, The walk won’t do her any harm; There’s noo dirt now to spweil her frock, The ground’s a-vroze so hard’s a rock. […]
Children’s Children by William Barnes
Oh! if my ling’rèn life should run, Drough years a-reckoned ten by ten, Below the never-tirèn zun, Till beäbes ageän be wives an’ men; An’ stillest deafness should ha’ bound My ears, at last, vrom ev’ry sound; Though still my eyes in that sweet light, Should have the zight o’ sky an’ ground: Would then […]
Childhood by William Barnes
Aye, at that time our days wer but vew, An’ our lim’s wer but small, an’ a-growèn; An’ then the feäir worold wer new, An’ life wer all hopevul an’ gaÿ; An’ the times o’ the sproutèn o’ leaves, An’ the cheäk-burnèn seasons o’ mowèn, An’ bindèn o’ red-headed sheaves, Wer all welcome seasons o’ […]
Changes by William Barnes
By time’s a-brought the mornèn light, By time the light do weäne; By time’s a-brought the young man’s might, By time his might do weäne; The Winter snow do whitèn grass, The zummer flow’rs do brightèn grass, Vor zome things we do lose wi’ païn, We’ve mwore that mid be jaÿ to gaïn, An’ my […]
Brookwell by William Barnes
Well, I do zay ’tis wo’th woone’s while To beät the doust a good six mile To zee the pleäce the squier plann’d At Brookwell, now a-meäde by hand; Wi’ oben lawn, an’ grove, an’ pon’, An’ gravel-walks as cleän as bron; An’ grass a’most so soft to tread As velvet-pile o’ silken thread; An’ […]
Bringen Woone Gwaïn O’ Zundays by William Barnes
Ah! John! how I do love to look At theäse green hollor, an’ the brook Among the withies that do hide The stream, a-growèn at the zide; An’ at the road athirt the wide An’ shallow vword, where we young bwoys Did peärt, when we did goo half-woys, To bring ye gwaïn o’ Zundays. Vor […]
Bob The Fiddler by William Barnes
Oh! Bob the fiddler is the pride O’ chaps an’ maïdens vur an’ wide; They can’t keep up a merry tide, But Bob is in the middle. If merry Bob do come avore ye, He’ll zing a zong, or tell a story; But if you’d zee en in his glory, Jist let en have a […]
Blessens A-Left by William Barnes
Lik’ souls a-toss’d at sea I bore Sad strokes o’ trial, shock by shock, An’ now, lik’ souls a-cast ashore To rest upon the beäten rock, I still do seem to hear the sound O’ weäves that drove me vrom my track, An’ zee my strugglèn hopes a-drown’d, An’ all my jaÿs a-floated back. By […]
Bleäke’s House In Blackmwore by William Barnes
John Bleäke he had a bit o’ ground Come to en by his mother’s zide; An’ after that, two hunderd pound His uncle left en when he died; “Well now,” cried John, “my mind’s a-bent To build a house, an’ paÿ noo rent.” An’ Meäry gi’ed en her consent. “Do, do,”–the maïdens cried “True, true,”–his […]
Blackmwore Maidens by William Barnes
THE PRIMRWOSE in the shade do blow, The cowslip in the zun, The thyme upon the down do grow, The clote where streams do run; An’ where do pretty maidens grow An’ blow, but where the tow’r Do rise among the bricken tuns, In Blackmwore by the Stour. If you could zee their comely gait, […]
The Blackbird by William Barnes
‘Twer out at Penley I’d a-past A zummer day that went too vast, An’ when the zettèn zun did spread On western clouds a vi’ry red; The elems’ leafy limbs wer still Above the gravel-bedded rill, An’ under en did warble sh’ill, Avore the dusk, the blackbird. An’ there, in sheädes o’ darksome yews, Did […]
Bishop’s Caundle by William Barnes
At peace day, who but we should goo To Caundle vor an’ hour or two: As gaÿ a day as ever broke Above the heads o’ Caundle vo’k, Vor peace, a-come vor all, did come To them wi’ two new friends at hwome. Zoo while we kept, wi’ nimble peäce, The wold dun tow’r avore […]
Bees A-Zwarmen by William Barnes
Avore we went a-milkèn, vive Or six o’s here wer all alive A-teäkèn bees that zwarm’d vrom hive; An’ we’d sich work to catch The hummèn rogues, they led us sich A dance all over hedge an’ ditch; An’ then at last where should they pitch, But up in uncle’s thatch? Dick rung a sheep-bell […]
Beauty Undecked by William Barnes
The grass mid sheen when wat’ry beäds O’ dew do glitter on the meäds, An’ thorns be bright when quiv’rèn studs O’ raïn do hang upon their buds– As jewels be a-meäde by art To zet the plaïnest vo’k off smart. But sheäkèn ivy on its tree, An’ low-bough’d laurel at our knee, Be bright […]
Be’mi’ster by William Barnes
Sweet Be’mi’ster, that bist a-bound By green an’ woody hills all round, Wi’ hedges, reachèn up between A thousan’ vields o’ zummer green, Where elems’ lofty heads do drow Their sheädes vor haÿ-meakers below, An’ wild hedge-flow’rs do charm the souls O’ maïdens in their evenèn strolls. When I o’ Zunday nights wi’ Jeäne Do […]
Bad News by William Barnes
I do mind when there broke bitter tidèns, Woone day, on their ears, An’ their souls wer a-smote wi’ a stroke As the lightnèn do vall on the woak, An’ the things that wer bright all around em Seem’d dim drough their tears. Then unheeded wer things in their vingers, Their grief wer their all. […]
Aunt’s Tantrums by William Barnes
Why ees, aunt Anne’s a little staïd, But kind an’ merry, poor wold maïd! If we don’t cut her heart wi’ slights, She’ll zit an’ put our things to rights, Upon a hard day’s work, o’ nights; But zet her up, she’s jis’ lik’ vier, An’ woe betide the woone that’s nigh ‘er. When she […]
Angels By The Door by William Barnes
Oh! there be angels evermwore, A-passèn onward by the door, A-zent to teäke our jaÿs, or come To bring us zome–O Meärianne. Though doors be shut, an’ bars be stout, Noo bolted door can keep em out; But they wull leäve us ev’ry thing They have to bring–My Meärianne. An’ zoo the days a-stealèn by, […]
A Zong Of Harvest Hwome by William Barnes
The ground is clear. There’s nar a ear O’ stannèn corn a-left out now, Vor win’ to blow or raïn to drow; ‘Tis all up seäfe in barn or mow. Here’s health to them that plough’d an’ zow’d; Here’s health to them that reap’d an’ mow’d, An’ them that had to pitch an’ lwoad, Or […]
A Wife A-Praïs’d by William Barnes
‘Twer Maÿ, but ev’ry leaf wer dry All day below a sheenèn sky; The zun did glow wi’ yollow gleäre, An’ cowslips blow wi’ yollow gleäre, Wi’ grægles’ bells a-droopèn low, An’ bremble boughs a-stoopèn low; While culvers in the trees did coo Above the vallèn dew. An’ there, wi’ heäir o’ glossy black, Bezide […]
A-Haulen O’ The Corn by William Barnes
Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr’d The piece o’ corn in Zidelèn Plot, An’ work’d about it pretty hard, An’ vound the weather pretty hot. ‘Twer all a-tied an’ zet upright In tidy hile o’ Monday night; Zoo yesterday in afternoon We zet, in eärnest, ev’ry woone A-haulèn o’ the corn. The hosses, wi’ the […]
A Good Father by William Barnes
No; mind thy father. When his tongue Is keen, he’s still thy friend, John, Vor wolder vo’k should warn the young How wickedness will end, John; An’ he do know a wicked youth Would be thy manhood’s beäne, An’ zoo would bring thee back ageän ‘Ithin the ways o’ truth. An’ mind en still when […]
A Bit O’ Fun by William Barnes
We thought you woulden leäve us quite So soon as what you did last night; Our fun jist got up to a height As you about got hwome. The friskèn chaps did skip about, An’ cou’se the maïdens in an’ out, A-meäkèn such a randy-rout, You coulden hear a drum. An’ Tom, a-springèn after Bet […]