William Barnes ( )


Second Collection. Blackmwore Maïdens


The primrwose in the sheäde do blow,
The cowslip in the zun,
The thyme upon the down do grow,
The clote where streams do run;
An where do pretty maïdens grow
An blow, but where the towr
Do rise among the bricken tuns,
In Blackmwore by the Stour.

If you could zee their comely gaït,
An pretty feäces smiles,
A-trippèn on so light o waïght,
An steppèn off the stiles;
A-gwaïn to church, as bells do swing
An ring ithin the towr,
Youd own the pretty maidens pleäce
Is Blackmwore by the Stour.

If you vrom Wimborne took your road,
To Stower or Paladore,
An all the farmers housen showd
Their daughters at the door;
Youd cry to bachelors at hwome
Here, come: ithin an hour
Youll vind ten maïdens to your mind,
In Blackmwore by the Stour.

An if you lookd ithin their door,
To zee em in their pleäce,
A-doèn housework up avore
Their smilèn mothers feäce;
Youd cryWhy, if a man would wive
An thrive, ithout a dowr,
Then let en look en out a wife
In Blackmwore by the Stour.

As I upon my road did pass
A school-house back in Maÿ,
There out upon the beäten grass
Wer maïdens at their plaÿ;
An as the pretty souls did tweil
An smile, I cried, The flowr
O beauty, then, is still in bud
In Blackmwore by the Stour.



William Barnes's other poems:
  1. Third Collection. Comen Hwome
  2. Third Collection. Tweil
  3. Second Collection. The Slantèn light o Fall
  4. Second Collection. The May-tree
  5. Second Collection. Days Work a-done


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