234 POEMS IN THE DORSET DIALECT. 



When win' do blow at evenen time 



Now here, now there, by knap and nook, 

 As mid be, on the leafy lime, 



Or grey bough' d withy by the brook, 

 Or on the apple trees mid vail, 



Or on the elems in the grove, 

 Or on the lofty tower's wall, 



By pleaces where we used to rove ; 

 Then ev'ry sound on ev'ry pleace 

 Do bring to mind her perty feace. 



If periwinkles' buds o' blue 



By lilies hollow cups do wind, 

 What then can their two colors do, 



But call our sister back to mind ? 

 She wore noo black she wore her white ; 



She wore noo black she wore her blue ; 

 She never murn'd another's flight, 



Vor she's avore us all to goo ; 

 Vrom where our litty veet did tread 

 Vrom stwone to stwone the water's bed. 



11. TWO-PEART ZINGEN. 



I heard, at a house where I did call, 

 A mother an' daughter's vai'ces ring, 

 In tuens vor two, that they did zing, 



Strain upon strain, an' vail by vail. 



The mother wer comely, though a-stai'd, 

 The daughter wer young, but woman-tall, 

 As vo'k do come on, to big vrom small ; 



Mai'd upon child, an' wife vrom maid. 



An' oh ! when the mother, in the train 

 O' years, mid h'a' left her mai'd alwone, 

 Wi' noo fellow vaice to match her own, 



Ditty by ditty, strain by strain 



