Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

Wold times drough ev'ry pleäce, John;

But that can't touch woone's heart so much,

As zome wold long-lost feäce, John.

THE RWOSE THAT DECK'D HER BREAST.

Poor Jenny wer her Robert's bride

Two happy years, an' then he died;

An' zoo the wold vo'k meäde her come,

Vorseäken, to her maïden hwome.

But Jenny's merry tongue wer dum';