When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden
Green-ruddy in hedges,
Bezide the red doust o’ the ridges,
A-dried at Woak Hill;
I packed up my goods, all a-sheenen
Wi’ long years o’ handlen,
On dousty red wheels ov a waggon,
To ride at Woak Hill.
The brown thatchen ruf o’ the dwellen
I then wer a-leaven,
Had sheltered the sleek head o’ Meary,
My bride at Woak Hill.
But now vor zome years, her light voot-vall
‘S a-lost vrom the vlooren.
To 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 childern,
Her pride at Woak Hill.
Zoo-lest she should tell me hereafter
I stole off ‘ithout her,
An’ left her, uncalled at house-ridden,
To bide at Woak Hill-
I called her so fondly, wi’ lippens
All soundless to others,
An’ took her wi’ air-reachen hand
To my zide at Woak Hill.
On the road I did look round, a-talken
To light at my shoulder,
An’ then led her in at the doorway,
Miles wide vrom Woak Hill.
An’ that’s why vo’k thought, vor a season,
My mind wer a-wandren
Wi’ sorrow, when I wer so sorely
A-tried at Woak Hill.
But no; that my Meary mid never
Behold herzelf slighted,
I wanted to think that I guided
My guide vrom Woak Hill.
(William Barnes)
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