William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Farmer’s Woldest Dā’ter

No, no! I ben’t a-runnèn down
The pretty maïden’s o’ the town,
 Nor wishèn o’m noo harm;
But she that I would marry vu’st,
To sheäre my good luck or my crust,
 ’S a-bred up at a farm.
In town, a maïd do zee mwore life,
 An’ I don’t under-reäte her;
But ten to woone the sprackest wife
 ’S a farmer’s woldest dā’ter.

Vor she do veed, wi’ tender ceäre,
The little woones, an’ peärt their heäir,
 An’ keep em neat an’ pirty;
An’ keep the saucy little chaps
O’ bwoys in trim wi’ dreats an’ slaps,
 When they be wild an’ dirty.
Zoo if you’d have a bus’lèn wife,
 An’ childern well look’d after,
The maïd to help ye all drough life
 ’S a farmer’s woldest dā’ter.

An’ she can iorn up an’ vwold
A book o’ clothes wi’ young or wold,
 An’ zalt an’ roll the butter;
An’ meäke brown bread, an’ elder wine,
An’ zalt down meat in pans o’ brine,
 An’ do what you can put her.
Zoo if you’ve wherewi’, an’ would vind
 A wife wo’th lookèn ā’ter,
Goo an’ get a farmer in the mind
 To gi’e ye his woldest dā’ter.

Her heart’s so innocent an’ kind,
She idden thoughtless, but do mind
 Her mother an’ her duty;
An’ livèn blushes, that do spread
Upon her healthy feäce o’ red,
 Do heighten all her beauty;
So quick’s a bird, so neat’s a cat,
 So cheerful in her neätur,
The best o’ maïdens to come at
 ’S a farmer’s woldest dā’ter.

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. Sheädes

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