POEMS IN THE DORSET DIALECT. 247 



T. An' Jim run the vields in our zight, a good match 

 Vor a heare in vull run, or a hoss o' vull stratch ; 

 An' Joe row his bwoat up the stream, wi' a wa'ight 

 O' the maidens vor frai'ght. 



T.C. A'ye ! Jump, run, an' row. 



Vor who among us is a-sheam'd to belong 



To Cleeveburn, wi' chaps that be spry, an' be strong, 



As Bill, Jim, an' Joe. 



F.C. 'Tis a-done. They've a-won, then ; hurrah ! 



25. THE LITTLE HWOMSTEAD. 



Where the zun did glow warm vrom his height, 

 On the vo'k, at their work, in white sleeves ; 

 An' the goold-banded bee wer in flight, 

 Wi' the birds that did flit by the leaves, 

 There my two little children did run, 

 An' did rile, and did roll, in their fun ; 

 An' did clips, in their hands 



Stick or stwone vor their play ; 

 In their hands, that had little a-grown ; 

 Vor their play, wi' a stick or a stwone. 



As the zun down his high zummer bow 

 To the west o' the orcha'd did vail, 

 He did leave the brown bee-hives, in row, 

 In the sheade o' the houses gray wall ; 

 An' the flowers, a-sheenen in bloom, 

 Zome a-lighted, an' zome in the gloom, 

 To the cool o' the air, 



An' the damp o' the dew : 

 O' the air, vrom the apple-tree sheades, 

 An' the dew, on the grasses' green bleades. 



