Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

The neäked tree, a-zoak'd wi' raïn,

I werden at a loss to vill

The darkest hour o' raïny skies,

If I did vind avore my eyes

The feäces down at Leeburn Mill.

PRAISE O' DO'SET.

We Do'set, though we mid be hwomely,

Be'nt asheäm'd to own our pleäce;

An' we've zome women not uncomely;