A Zong
O
Jenny,
don't
sobby!
vor
I
shall
be
true;
Noo
might
under
heaven
shall
peärt
me
vrom
you.
My
heart
will
be
cwold,
Jenny,
when
I
do
slight
The
zwell
o'
thy
bosom,
thy
eyes'
sparklèn
light.
My
kinsvo'k
would
faïn
zee
me
teäke
vor
my
meäte
A
maïd
that
ha'
wealth,
but
a
maïd
I
should
heäte;
But
I'd
sooner
leäbour
wi'
thee
vor
my
bride,
Than
live
lik'
a
squier
wi'
any
bezide.
Vor
all
busy
kinsvo'k,
my
love
will
be
still
A-zet
upon
thee
lik'
the
vir
in
the
hill;
An'
though
they
mid
worry,
an'
dreaten,
an'
mock,
My
head's
in
the
storm,
but
my
root's
in
the
rock.
Zoo,
Jenny,
don't
sobby!
vor
I
shall
be
true;
Noo
might
under
heaven
shall
peärt
me
vrom
you.
My
heart
will
be
cwold,
Jenny,
when
I
do
slight
The
zwell
o'
thy
bosom,
thy
eyes'
sparklèn
light.
William Barnes
William Barnes, (born Feb. 22, 1801, Bagber, near Sturminster Newton, Dorsetshire, Eng.—died Oct. 7, 1886, Winterbourne Came, Dorsetshire), English dialect poet whose work gives a vivid picture of the life and labour of rural southwestern England and includes some moving expressions of loss and grief, such as “The Wife A-Lost” and “Woak Hill.” He was also a gifted philologist, and his linguistic theories as well as his poetry influenced two major writers, Thomas Hardy and Gerard Manley Hopkins.