Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

JOHN.

Then don't you zay that I be jealous, Fanny.

FANNY.

I wull: vor you be jealous, Mister Jahnny.

There's zomebody a-comèn down the groun'

Towards the stile. Who is it? Come, get down

I must run hwome, upon my word then, now;

If I do staÿ, they'll kick up sich a row.

Good night. I can't staÿ now.

JOHN.