Poem by William Barnes

Second Collection. False Friends-like

When I wer still a bwoy, an’ mother’s pride,
A bigger bwoy spoke up to me so kind-like,
“If you do like, I’ll treat ye wi’ a ride
In theäse wheel-barrow here.” Zoo I wer blind-like
To what he had a-workèn in his mind-like,
An’ mounted vor a passenger inside;
An’ comèn to a puddle, perty wide,
He tipp’d me in, a-grinnèn back behind-like.
Zoo when a man do come to me so thick-like,
An’ sheäke my hand, where woonce he pass’d me by,
An’ tell me he would do me this or that,
I can’t help thinkèn o’ the big bwoy’s trick-like.
An’ then, vor all I can but wag my hat
An’ thank en, I do veel a little shy.

1. Second Collection. I know Who
2. Third Collection. Changes
3. Third Collection. Zummer Stream
4. Second Collection. Meäry Wedded
5. Third Collection. Beauty Undecked

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