Poem by William Barnes

First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Gwain to Feäir

To morrow stir so brisk’s you can,
An’ get your work up under han’;
Vor I an’ Jim, an’ Poll’s young man,
 Shall goo to feäir; an’ zoo,
If you wull let us gi’e ye a eärm
Along the road, or in the zwarm
O’ vo’k, we’ll keep ye out o’ harm,
 An’ gi’e ye a feäirèn too.

We won’t stay leäte there, I’ll be boun’;
We’ll bring our sheädes off out o’ town
A mile, avore the zun is down,
 If he’s a sheenèn clear.
Zoo when your work is all a-done,
Your mother can’t but let ye run
An’ zee a little o’ the fun,
 There’s nothèn there to fear.

1. Second Collection. Light or Sheäde
2. Third Collection. Shaftesbury Feäir
3. Third Collection. Comen Hwome
4. Third Collection. The Neäme Letters
5. Third Collection. Tweil

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