Poems by William Barnes
Hawthorn Down
... I work'd in noontide's gleäre, ...
The Geate A-Vallen To
... Theres moon-sheen now in nights o fall ...
The Dree Woaks
... An' vo'k do still call the wold house the dree woaks, ...
Leeburn Mill
... Where streams did sheäke the limber zedge, ...
Harvest Hwome
... The wold vo'k's health: an' beät the bwoard, ...
A Witch
... An' flapp'd their little wings an' drapp'd down dead ...
Knowlwood
... Vor birds do know their friends, an' build their nest, ...
Jeanes Wedden Day In Mornen
... Sigh'd woonce, an' stump'd off wi' his stick, ...
Milken Time
... Did stan' an' flip the white-hoop'd païls ...
The Wind at the Door
... Sweet blossoms o the tree where I do murn, ...
Tokens
... An' where the house, bwoth wall an' vloor, ...
Grammers Shoes
... An' the clavy wi' boughs o' some bright green leaves, ...
The Weepen Leady
... That woonce liv'd there, an' lov'd too true, ...
Riddles
... A. There's _horn_ vor Goodman's eye-zight seäke ...
Woak Wer Good Enough Woonce
... When poor wold Gramfer Green wer young, ...
