Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

Go gather souls that time do speäre

To zit an' sheäre our vier-zide.

KNOWLWOOD.

I don't want to sleep abrode, John,

I do like my hwomeward road, John;

An' like the sound o' Knowlwood bells the best.

Zome would rove vrom pleäce to pleäce, John,

Zome would goo from feäce to feäce, John,

But I be happy in my hwomely nest;