Читать книгу Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect - Barnes William - Страница 35

Jean ax'd what ribbon she should wear

'Ithin her bonnet to the feäir?

She had woone white, a-gi'ed her when

She stood at Meäry's chrissenèn;

She had woone brown, she had woone red,

A keepseäke vrom her brother dead,

[page 27]

That she did like to wear, to goo

To zee his greäve below the yew.

She had woone green among her stock,

That I'd a-bought to match her frock;

She had woone blue to match her eyes,

The colour o' the zummer skies,

An' thik, though I do like the rest,

Is he that I do like the best,

Because she had en in her heäir

When vu'st I walk'd wi' her at feäir.

The brown, I zaid, would do to deck

Thy heäir; the white would match thy neck;

The red would meäke thy red cheäk wan

A-thinkèn o' the gi'er gone;

The green would show thee to be true;

But still I'd sooner zee the blue,

Because 'twer he that deck'd thy heäir

When vu'st I walk'd wi' thee at feäir.

Zoo, when she had en on, I took

Her han' 'ithin my elbow's crook,

An' off we went athirt the weir

An' up the meäd toward the feäir;

The while her mother, at the geäte,

Call'd out an' bid her not staÿ leäte,

An' she, a-smilèn wi' her bow

O' blue, look'd roun' and nodded, No.

[page 28]