O, I be a carter, wi' my whip A-smackèn loud, as by my zide, Up over hill, an' down the dip, The heavy lwoad do slowly ride. An' I do haul in all the crops, An' I do bring in vuzz vrom down; An' I do goo vor wood to copse, An' car the corn an' straw to town. An' I do goo vor lime, an' bring Hwome cider wi' my sleek-heäir'd team, An' smack my limber whip an' zing, While all their bells do gaily cheeme. An' I do always know the pleäce To gi'e the hosses breath, or drug; An' ev'ry hoss do know my feäce, An' mind my @3'mether ho!@1 an' @3whug!@1 An' merry haÿ-meäkers do ride Vrom vield in zummer wi' their prongs, In my blue waggon, zide by zide Upon the reäves, a-zingèn zongs. An' when the vrost do catch the stream, An' oves wi' icicles be hung, My pantèn hosses' breath do steam In white-grass'd vields, a-haulèn dung. An' mine's the waggon fit vor lwoads, An' mine be lwoads to cut a rout; An' mine's a team, in routy rwoads, To pull a lwoaded waggon out. A zull is nothèn when do come Behind their lags; an' they do teäke A roller as they would a drum, An' harrow as they would a reäke. O! I be a carter, wi' my whip A-smackèn loud, as by my zide, Up over hill, an' down the dip, The heavy lwoad do slowly ride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON CYNTHIA, SINGING A RECITATIVE PIECE OF MUSIC by PHILIP AYRES ON MISS HELEN FAUCIT'S JULIET by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN POET FLAYS TEMPTATIONS OF CITY LIFE by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP MIDNIGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TREE-BURIAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 4. AUSTIN DOBSON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |