Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

But I, be marri'd off all woys,

Or dead an' gone; but I do bide

At hwome, alwone, at mother's zide,

An' often, at the evenèn-tide,

I still do saunter out, wi' tears,

Down drough the orcha'd, where my ears

Do miss the vaïces gone.

POLL.

When out below the trees, that drow'd