228 POEMS IN THE DORSET DIALECT. 



An' when my work do bring me all 

 Its well-earn' d zilver cwein, 

 An' I've a-paid each hand his call, 

 Vor lawful pay vrom mine ; 

 I still can speare enough to grant 

 My wife a jaunt, wi' weather feair ; 

 Or buy my bwoy a wooden hoss, 

 Or gie my mai'd a doll to toss, 

 Wi' little limbs a-loppen loose, 

 To lie a-leanen low in lap. 



5. WHEN WE WERE YOUNG TOGETHER. 



When we, all friends, in manhood's prime, 



Did meet, work-free, wi' weather fine ; 



As you'd a-meade, at evenen time, 



Your workday good, as I had mine ; 



Then oone did call, as he did come 



To vetch another out vrom hwome : 



" Come out a while wi' me ! " 



" Aye, I shall soon be free." 



" How long have I to wait ?" 



" Why, I'm a-comen -straight." 



Aye, aye, twer zoo, 



That we did do, 



When we wer young together. 



While zummer days did slowly run 



Drough Noons o' shrunken sheades an' het ; 



Then we, a-burn'd below the zun, 



Did meet, an' call as we'd a-met : 



" Hallo ! why you do never come 



Vor me ? " " Nor you vor me at hwome." 



