Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/211

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J. An’ eäle ’s good stuff to vill en up.

A. An’ horn vor eyes is horn vor light,
  Vrom Goodman’s lantern after night;
  Horn vor the ears is woone to sound
  Vor hunters out wi’ ho’se an’ hound;
  But horn that vo’k do buy to smell o’
  Is hart’s-horn. J. Is it? What d’ye tell o’
  How proud we be, vor ben’t we smart?
  Aye, horn is horn, an’ hart is hart.
  Well here then, Anne, while we be at it,
  ’S a ball vor you if you can bat it.
  On dree-lags, two-lags, by the zide
  O’ vower-lags, woonce did zit wi’ pride,
  When vower-lags, that velt a prick,
  Vrom zix-lags, het two lags a kick.
  An’ two an’ dree-lags vell, all vive,
  Slap down, zome dead an’ zome alive.

A. Teeh! heeh! what have ye now then, Joe,
  At last, to meäke a riddle o’?

J. Your dree-lagg’d stool woone night did bear
  Up you a milkèn wi’ a peair;
  An’ there a zix-lagg’d stout did prick
  Your vow’r-lagg’d cow, an meäke her kick,
  A-hettèn, wi’ a pretty pat,
  Your stool an’ you so flat ’s a mat.
  You scrambled up a little dirty,
  But I do hope it didden hurt ye.

A. You hope, indeed! a likely ceäse,
  Wi’ thik broad grin athirt your feäce.
  You saucy good-vor-nothèn chap,
  I’ll gi’e your grinnèn feäce a slap,
  Your drawlèn tongue can only run
  To turn a body into fun.