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William Barnes
1801 - 1886
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Blackmwore Maidens
The primrwose in the shade do blow, / The cowslip in the zun, / The thyme upon the down do grow,
Easter Zunday
Last Easter Jim put on his blue / Frock cwoat, the vu’st time-vier new; / Wi’ yollow buttons all o’ brass,
Evenen In The Village
Now the light o’ the west is a-turn’d to gloom, / An’ the men be at hwome vrom ground; / An’ the bells be a-zendén all down the Coombe
Evening, And Maidens
Now the shiades o’ the elems da stratch muore an muore, / Vrom the low-zinkàn zun in the west o’ the sky; / An’ the mâidens da stan out in clusters avore
Hay-Carren
'Tis merry ov a zummer's day, / When vo'k be out a-haulèn hay, / Where boughs, a-spread upon the ground,
Hay-Meaken. Nunchen Time
A. / Back here, but now, the jobber John / Come by, an' cried, "Well done, zing on,
In Praise Of Dorset
We Do’set, though we mid be hwomely, / Be’nt asheamed to own our pleace; / An’ we’ve zome women not uncomely;
Mater Dolorosa
I’d a dream to-night / As I fell asleep, / O! the touching sight
My Orcha'd In Linden Lea
‘Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry gleaded, / By the woak tree’s mossy moot, / The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded,
The Broken Heart
News o' grief had overteaken / Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; / There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven,
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