fOEMS IN THE DORSET DIALECT. 



In evenen time o 1 starry night 



How mother zot at hwome 

 And kept her blazing vire bright 



Till father should ha' come, 

 And how she quickened up and smiled, 



And stirred her vire anew, 

 To hear the trampen hosses' steps 



And geate a-vallen to. 



There's moonsheen now in nights o' Fall 



When leaves be brown vrom green, 

 When to the slammen of the geate 



Our Jenney's ears be keen, 

 When the wold dog do wag his tail, 



And Jean could tell to who, 

 As he do come in drough the geate 



The geate a-vallen to. 



And oft do come a saddened hour 



When there must goo away, 

 One well-beloved to our heart's core. 



Vor long, perhaps vor aye, 

 And oh ! it is a touchen thing 



The loven heart must rue 

 To hear behind his last farewell 



The geate a-vallen to. 



