William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

First Collection. Fall. Poll’s Jack-Daw

Ah! Jimmy vow’d he’d have the law
Ov ouer cousin Poll’s Jack-daw,
That had by day his withy jaïl
A-hangèn up upon a naïl,
Ageän the elem tree, avore
The house, jist over-right the door.
An’ twitted vo’k a-passèn by
A-most so plaïn as you or I;
Vor hardly any day did pass
’Ithout Tom’s teachèn o’m zome sa’ce;
Till by-an’-by he call’d em all
‘Soft-polls’ an’ ‘gawkeys,’ girt an’ small.

An’ zoo, as Jim went down along
The leäne a-whisslèn ov a zong,
The saucy Daw cried out by rote
“Girt Soft-poll!” lik’ to split his droat.
Jim stopp’d an’ grabbled up a clot,
An’ zent en at en lik’ a shot;
An’ down went Daw an’ cage avore
The clot, up thump ageän the door.
Zoo out run Poll an’ Tom, to zee
What all the meänèn o’t mid be;
“Now who did that?” zaid Poll. “Who whurr’d
Theäse clot?” “Girt Soft-poll!” cried the bird.

An’ when Tom catch’d a glimpse o’ Jim,
A-lookèn all so red an’ slim.
An’ slinkèn on, he vled, red hot,
Down leäne to catch en, lik’ a shot;
But Jim, that thought he’d better trust
To lags than vistes, tried em vu’st.
An’ Poll, that zeed Tom woulden catch
En, stood a-smilèn at the hatch.
An’ zoo he vollow’d en for two
Or dree stwones’ drows, an’ let en goo.

1. First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time
2. Second Collection. The Linden on the Lawn
3. Second Collection. When Birds be Still
4. Third Collection. Changes
5. Second Collection. The Waggon a-stooded

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