Poems by William Barnes
The Wold Vok Dead
... At friendly bwoards, where feäce by feäce, ...
Hay-Meaken
... Do stride an' fling their eärms all woys, ...
Whitsuntide An Club Walken
... They drink'd good healths, an' wish'd good wishes, ...
The Vrost
... Vor young men's hearts an' maïden's eyes ...
Hope A-Left Behind
... True love will meäke thy hardships light, ...
Woodcom Feast
... When grass in meäd did reach woone's knees, ...
The Lark
... O' black-stemm'd thorns, a-springèn high, ...
Easter Zunday
... The lambs did play, the grounds wer green, ...
Come
... Ees come _to_ ye, an' come _vor_ ye, is my word, ...
Spring
... Chatt'rèn at the ploughman's harrows ...
I Know Who
... When trees be brown an' meäds be green, ...
Trees Be Company
... The workvo'k in their snow-white sleeves, ...
Not Goo Hwome To-Night
... The while the flat-wing'd rooks in vlock ...
Eclogue:--Come And Zee Us In The Zummer
... I'll goo, an' we'll play "Thread the needle" ...
The Zilver-Weed
... An' all a-trimm'd an' traïn'd, did bear ...
