William Barnes ( )

First Collection. Summer. Haÿ-Carrèn

Tis merry ov a zummers day,
When vok be out a-haulèn haÿ,
Where boughs, a-spread upon the ground,
Do meäke the staddle big an round;
An grass do stand in pook, or lie
In long-backd weäles or parsels, dry.
There I do vind it stir my heart
To hear the frothèn hosses snort,
A-haulèn on, wi sleek heäird hides,
The red-wheeld waggons deep-blue zides.
Aye; let me have woone cup o drink,
An hear the linky harness clink,
An then my blood do run so warm,
An put sich strangth ithin my eärm,
That I do long to toss a pick,
A-pitchèn or a-meäkfen rick.

The bwoy is at the hosses head,
An up upon the waggon bed
The lwoaders, strong o eärm do stan,
At head, an back at taïl, a man,
Wi skill to build the lwoad upright
An bind the vwolded corners tight;
An at each zide ōm, sprack an strong,
A pitcher wi his long-stemd prong,
Avore the best two women now
A-calld to reäky after plough.

When I do pitchy, tis my pride
Vor Jenny Hine to reäke my zide,
An zee her fling her reäke, an reach
So vur, an teäke in sich a streech;
An I dont shatter haÿ, an meäke
Mwore work than needs vor Jennys reäke.
Id sooner zee the weäles high rows
Lik hedges up above my nose,
Than have light work myzelf, an vind
Poor Jeäne a-beät an left behind;
Vor she would sooner drop down dead.
Than let the pitchers get a-head.

Tis merry at the rick to zee
How picks do wag, an haÿ do vlee.
While woones unlwoadèn, woone do teäke
The pitches in; an zome do meäke
The lofty rick upright an roun,
An tread en hard, an reäke en down,
An tip en, when the zun do zet,
To shoot a sudden vall o wet.
An zoo tis merry any day
Where vok be out a-carrèn haÿ.

William Barnes's other poems:
  1. First Collection. Winter. The Weepèn Leädy
  2. First Collection. Summer. Woodley
  3. First Collection. Summer. The Brook that Ran by Gramfers
  4. First Collection. Summer. Uncle an Aunt
  5. First Collection. Summer. Jeänes Weddèn Day in Mornèn

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