William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

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. Third Collection. Early Plaÿmeäte
2. Third Collection. Naighbour Plaÿmeätes
3. Third Collection. The Wind in the Woone’s Feäce
4. Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days
5. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Common a-took in

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