William Barnes
Woak Hill
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreadèn, | ||
Green-ruddy, in hedges, | ||
Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, | ||
A-dried at Woak Hill; | ||
5 | I packed up my goods all a-sheenèn | |
Wi' long years o' handlèn, | ||
On dousty red wheels ov a wagon, | ||
To ride at Woak Hill. | ||
The brown thatchen ruf o' the dwellen | ||
10 | I then wer a-leävèn, | |
Had shelter'd the sleek head o' Meäry, | ||
My bride at Woak Hill. | ||
But now vor zome years, her light voot-vall | ||
'S a-lost vrom the vloorèn. | ||
15 | Too soon vor my jay an' my childern, | |
She died at Woak Hill. | ||
But still I do think that, in soul, | ||
She do hover about us; | ||
To ho vor her motherless children, | ||
20 | Her pride at Woak Hill. | |
Zoo - lest she should tell me hereafter | ||
I stole off 'ithout her, | ||
An' left her, uncall'd at house-ridden, | ||
To bide at Woak Hill - | ||
25 | I call'd her so fondly, wi' lippèns | |
All soundless to others, | ||
An' took her wi' aïr-reachèn hand, | ||
To my zide at Woak Hill. | ||
On the road I did look round, a-talkèn | ||
30 | To light at my shoulder, | |
An' then led her in at the door-way, | ||
Miles wide vrom Woak Hill. | ||
An' that's why vo'k thought, vor a season, | ||
My mind wer a-wandrèn | ||
35 | Wi' sorrow, when I wer so sorely | |
A-tried at Woak Hill. | ||
But no; that my Meäry mid never | ||
Behold herzelf slighted, | ||
I wanted to think that I guided | ||
40 | My guide vrom Woak Hill. | |
First published 1844
Stephen Van-Hagen