William Barnes ( )


First Collection. Winter. What Dick an I did


Last week the Browns axd nearly all
 The naïghbours to a randy,
An left us out ot, girt an small,
 Vor all we livd so handy;
An zoo I zaid to Dick, Well trudge,
 When they be in their fun, min;
An car up zomehat to the rudge,
 An jis stop up the tun, min.

Zoo, wi the ladder vrom the rick,
 We stole towards the house,
An crope in roun behind en, lik
 A cat upon a mouse.
Then, lookèn roun, Dick whisperd How
 Is theäse job to be done, min:
Why we do want a faggot now,
 Vor stoppèn up the tun, min.

Stan still, I answerd; Ill teäke ceäre
 O that: why dussen zee
The little grindèn stwone out there,
 Below the apple-tree?
Put up the ladder; in a crack
 Shalt zee that I wull run, min,
An teäke en up upon my back,
 An soon stop up the tun, min.

Zoo up I clomb upon the thatch,
 An clappd en on; an slided
Right down ageän, an run drough hatch,
 Behind the hedge, an hided.
The vier that wer clear avore,
 Begun to spweil their fun, min;
The smoke all rolld toward the door,
 Vor Id a-stoppd the tun, min.

The maïdens coughd or stoppd their breath,
 The men did hauk an spet;
The wold vok bundled out from heth
 Wi eyes a-runnèn wet.
 Tool choke us all, the wold man cried,
 Whatevers to be done, min?
Why zomehat is a-vell inside
 O chimney drough the tun, min.

Then out they scamperd all, vull run,
 An out cried Tom, I think
The grindèn-stwone is up on tun,
 Vor I can zee the wink.
This is some kindness that the vok
 At Woodley have a-done, min;
I wish I had em here, Id poke
 Their numskulls down the tun, min.

Then off he zet, an come so quick
 S a lamplighter, an brote
The little ladder in vrom rick,
 To clear the chimneys droat.
While I, a-chucklèn at the joke,
 A-slided down, to run, min,
To hidelock, had a-left the vok
 As bad as nar a tun, min.



William Barnes's other poems:
  1. Second Collection. Spring
  2. First Collection. Fall. Jenny out vrom Hwome
  3. First Collection. Fall. The Common a-took in
  4. First Collection. Winter. Chrismas Invitation
  5. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Pleäce a Teäles a-twold o


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