Poem by William Barnes

First Collection. Summer. Zummer Evenèn Dance

Come out to the parrock, come out to the tree,
The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee;
There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels,
Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels.

Come, all the long grass is a-mow’d an’ a-carr’d,
An’ the turf is so smooth as a bwoard an’ so hard;
There’s a bank to zit down, when y’ave danced a reel drough,
An’ a tree over head vor to keep off the dew.

There be rwoses an’ honeyzucks hangèn among
The bushes, to put in thy weäst; an’ the zong
O’ the nightingeäle’s heärd in the hedges all roun’;
An’ I’ll get thee a glow-worm to stick in thy gown.

There’s Meäry so modest, an’ Jenny so smart,
An’ Mag that do love a good rompse to her heart;
There’s Joe at the mill that do zing funny zongs
An’ short-lagged Dick, too, a-waggèn his prongs.

Zoo come to the parrock, come out to the tree,
The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee;
There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels,—
Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels. 

1. Second Collection. When Birds be Still
2. First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time
3. Second Collection. The Linden on the Lawn
4. Second Collection. I know Who
5. Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome

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