The Rating of Poets • The Rating of Poems
Poem by William Barnes
Third Collection. Racketèn Joe
Eclogue.
RACKETÈN JOE.
Racketèn Joe; his Sister; his Cousin Fanny; and the Dog.
RACKETÈN JOE.
Heigh! heigh! here. Who’s about?
HIS SISTER.
Oh! lauk! Here’s Joe, a rantèn lout,
A-meäkèn his wild randy-rout.
RACKETÈN JOE.
Heigh! Fanny! How d’ye do? (slaps her.)
FANNY.
Oh! fie; why all the woo’se vor you
A-slappèn o’ me, black an’ blue,
My back!
HIS SISTER.
A whack! you loose-eärm’d chap,
To gi’e your cousin sich a slap!
FANNY.
I’ll pull the heäir o’n, I do vow;
HIS SISTER.
I’ll pull the ears o’n. There.
THE DOG.
Wowh! wow!
FANNY.
A-comèn up the drong,
How he did smack his leather thong,
A-zingèn, as he thought, a zong;
HIS SISTER.
An’ there the pigs did scote
Azide, in fright, wi’ squeakèn droat,
Wi’ geese a pitchèn up a note.
Look there.
FANNY.
His chair!
HIS SISTER.
He thump’d en down,
As if he’d het en into ground.
RACKETÈN JOE.
Heigh! heigh! Look here! the vier is out.
HIS SISTER.
How he do knock the tongs about!
FANNY.
Now theäre’s his whip-nob, plum
Upon the teäble vor a drum;
HIS SISTER.
An’ there’s a dent so big’s your thumb.
RACKETÈN JOE.
My hat’s awore so quaer.
HIS SISTER.
’Tis quaer enough, but not wi’ wear;
But dabs an’ dashes he do bear.
RACKETÈN JOE.
The zow!
HIS SISTER.
What now?
RACKETÈN JOE.
She’s in the plot
A-routèn up the flower knot
Ho! Towzer! Here, rout out the zow,
Heigh! here, hie at her. Tiss!
THE DOG.
Wowh! wow!
HIS SISTER.
How he do rant and roar,
An’ stump an’ stamp about the vloor,
An’ swing, an’ slap, an’ slam the door!
He don’t put down a thing,
But he do dab, an’ dash, an’ ding
It down, till all the house do ring.
RACKETÈN JOE.
She’s out.
FANNY.
Noo doubt.
HIS SISTER.
Athirt the bank,
Look! how the dog an’ he do pank.
FANNY.
Staÿ out, an’ heed her now an’ then,
To zee she don’t come in ageän.William Barnes
William Barnes's other poems:
- Second Collection. The Linden on the Lawn
- Second Collection. When Birds be Still
- Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome
- Third Collection. Changes
- First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time
Print 1286 Views
English Poetry. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru