Poem by William Barnes

First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Zong

O Jenny, don’t sobby! vor I shall be true;
Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you.
My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight
The zwell o’ thy bosom, thy eyes’ sparklèn light.

My kinsvo’k would faïn zee me teäke vor my meäte
A maïd that ha’ wealth, but a maïd I should heäte;
But I’d sooner leäbour wi’ thee vor my bride,
Than live lik’ a squier wi’ any bezide.

Vor all busy kinsvo’k, my love will be still
A-zet upon thee lik’ the vir in the hill;
An’ though they mid worry, an’ dreaten, an’ mock,
My head’s in the storm, but my root’s in the rock.

Zoo, Jenny, don’t sobby! vor I shall be true;
Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you.
My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight
The zwell o’ thy bosom, thy eyes’ sparklèn light.

1. Third Collection. Tweil
2. Second Collection. The Slantèn light o’ Fall
3. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Aunt’s Tantrums
4. Second Collection. Day’s Work a-done
5. Third Collection. Comen Hwome

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