Poem by William Barnes

First Collection. Winter. In the Stillness o’ the Night

Ov all the housen o’ the pleäce,
 There ’s woone where I do like to call
 By day or night the best ov all,
To zee my Fanny’s smilèn feäce;
An’ there the steätely trees do grow,
A-rockèn as the win’ do blow,
While she do sweetly sleep below,
 In the stillness o’ the night.

An’ there, at evenèn, I do goo
 A-hoppèn over geätes an’ bars,
 By twinklèn light o’ winter stars,
When snow do clumper to my shoe;
An’ zometimes we do slyly catch
A chat an hour upon the stratch,
An’ peärt wi’ whispers at the hatch
 In the stillness o’ the night.

An’ zometimes she do goo to zome
 Young naïghbours’ housen down the pleäce,
 An’ I do get a clue to treäce
Her out, an’ goo to zee her hwome;
An’ I do wish a vield a mile,
As she do sweetly chat an’ smile
Along the drove, or at the stile,
 In the stillness o’ the night.

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

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