William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

First Collection. Fall. Corn a-turnèn Yollow

The windless copse ha’ sheädy boughs,
 Wi’ blackbirds’ evenèn whistles;
The hills ha’ sheep upon their brows,
 The zummerleäze ha’ thistles:
The meäds be gaÿ in grassy Maÿ,
 But, oh! vrom hill to hollow,
Let me look down upon a groun’
 O’ corn a-turnèn yollow.

An’ pease do grow in tangled beds,
 An’ beäns be sweet to snuff, O;
The teäper woats do bend their heads,
 The barley’s beard is rough, O.
The turnip green is fresh between
 The corn in hill or hollow,
But I’d look down upon a groun’
 O’ wheat a-turnèn yollow.

’Tis merry when the brawny men
 Do come to reap it down, O,
Where glossy red the poppy head
 ’S among the stalks so brown, O.
’Tis merry while the wheat’s in hile,
 Or when, by hill or hollow,
The leäzers thick do stoop to pick
 The ears so ripe an’ yollow.

1. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Common a-took in
2. Second Collection. The Wold vo’k Dead
3. Third Collection. The New House a-gettèn Wold
4. Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome
5. Second Collection. Our Be’thplace

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