If I had all the land my zight Can overlook vrom Chalwell hill, Vrom Sherborn left to Blanvord right, Why I could be but happy still. An' I be happy wi' my spot O' freehold ground an' mossy cot, An' shoulden get a better lot If I had all my will. My orcha'd's wide, my trees be young; An' they do bear such heavy crops, Their boughs, lik' onion-rwopes a-hung, Be all a-trigg'd to year, wi' props. I got some geärden groun' to dig, A parrock, an' a cow an' pig; I got zome cider vor to swig, An' eäle o' malt an' hops. I'm landlord o' my little farm, I'm king 'ithin my little pleäce; I don't break laws, an' don't do harm, An' ben't a-feär'd o' noo man's feäce. When I'm a-cover'd wi' my latch, Noo man do deäre to lift my latch; Where honest han's do shut the hatch, There fear do leäve the pleäce. My lofty elem trees do screen My brown-ruf'd house, an' here below, My geese do strut athirt the green, An' hiss an' flap their wings o' snow; As I do walk along a rank Ov apple trees, or by a bank, Or zit upon a bar or plank, To zee how things do grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE; A FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PIANO by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE ISN'T IT TRUE! by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON |