Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

Mid leäve the childern, big or small;

But He that meäde the wind, an' meäde

The lewth, an' zent wi' het the sheäde,

Can keep my childern, all alwone

O' under me, an' though vull grown

Or little lispers, wi' their whispers,

There a-lyèn in the lew.

THE WIND IN WOONE'S FEÄCE.

There lovely Jenny past,