William Barnes
The house where I wer born an’ bred,
   Did own his woaken door, John,
When vu’st he shelter’d father’s head,
   An’ gramfer’s long avore, John.
An’ many a ramblen happy chile,
   An’ chap so strong an’ bwold,
An’ bloomen maid wi’ playsome smile,
   Did call their hwome o’ wold
           Thik ruf so warm,
           A kept vrom harm
By elem trees that broke the storm.
 
An’ in the orcha’d out behind,
   The apple-trees in row, John,
Did sway wi’ moss about their rind
   Their heads a-nodden low, John.
An’ there, bezide zome groun’ vor corn,
   Two strips did skirt the road;
In woone the cow did toss her horn,
   While tother wer a-mow’d,
           In June, below
           The lofty row
Ov trees that in the hedge did grow.
 
A-worken in our little patch
   O’ parrock, rathe or leaete, John,
We little ho’d how vur mid stratch
   The squier’s wide esteaete, John.
Our hearts, so honest an’ so true,
   Had little vor to fear;
Vor we could pay up all their due
   An’ gi’e a friend good cheer
           At hwome, below
           The lofty row
O’ trees a-swayen to an’ fro.
 
An’ there in het, an’ there in wet,
   We tweil’d wi’ busy hands, John;
Vor ev’ry stroke o’ work we het,
   Did better our own lands, John.
But after me, ov all my kin,
   Not woone can hold em on;
Vor we can’t get a life put in
   Vor mine, when I’m a-gone
           Vrom thik wold brown
           Thatch ruf, a-boun’
By elem trees a-growen roun’.
 
Ov eight good hwomes, where, I can mind
   Vo’k liv’d upon their land, John,
But dree be now a-left behind;
   The rest ha’ vell in hand, John,
An’ all the happy souls they ved
   Be scatter’d vur an’ wide.
An’ zome o’m be a-wanten bread,
   Zome, better off, ha’ died,
           Noo mwore to ho,
           Vor homes below
The trees a-swayen to an’ fro.
 
An’ I could leaed ye now all round
   The parish, if I would, John,
An’ show ye still the very ground
   Where vive good housen stood, John
In broken orcha’ds near the spot,
   A vew wold trees do stand;
But dew do vall where vo’k woonce zot
   About the burnen brand
           In housen warm,
           A-kept vrom harm
By elems that did break the storm.
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