William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Third Collection. The Wind in the Woone’s Feäce

There lovely Jenny past,
 While the blast did blow
On over Ashknowle Hill
 To the mill below;
A-blinkèn quick, wi’ lashes long,
 Above her cheäks o’ red,
Ageän the wind, a-beätèn strong,
 Upon her droopèn head.

Oh! let dry win’ blow bleäk,
 On her cheäk so heäle,
But let noo raïn-shot chill
 Meäke her ill an’ peäle;
Vor healthy is the breath the blast
 Upon the hill do yield,
An’ healthy is the light a cast
 Vrom lofty sky to vield.

An’ mid noo sorrow-pang
 Ever hang a tear
Upon the dark lash-heäir
 Ov my feäirest dear;
An’ mid noo unkind deed o’ mine
 Spweil what my love mid gaïn,
Nor meäke my merry Jenny pine
 At last wi’ dim-ey’d païn.

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

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