Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

Though winds mid meäke the wold beams sheäke,

In our abode in Arby Wood.

An' there, though we mid hear the timber

Creake avore the windy raïn;

An' climèn ivy quiver, limber,

Up ageän the window peäne;

Our merry vaïces then do sound,

In rollèn glee, or dree-vaïce round;

Though wind mid roar, 'ithout the door,

Ov our abode in Arby Wood.