Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

JOHN.

Well, Fanny, I woon't zay noo mwore, my dear.

Let's meäke it up. Come, wipe off thik there tear.

Let's goo an' zit o' top o' theäse here stile,

An' rest, an' look about a little while.

FANNY.

Now goo away, you crabbed jealous chap!

You shan't kiss me,—you shan't! I'll gi' ye a slap.

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