AH! don't tell o' mâidens; the oone var my bride Is but little lik' too many mâidens bezide; Not brantèn, nar spitevul, nar wild;—she'v' a mind Var to think what is right, an' a heart to be kind. She's strâight an' she's slender, but not auver tal; Her lims da move lightly, her veet be so smal: A spirit o' heaven da breathe in her fiace, An' a queen, to be stiately, must wa'ke wi' her piace. Her frocks be so tidy, an' pirty, an' plâin: She don't put on things that be fliarèn an' vain: Her bonnet a-got but two ribbons, a-tied Up under her chin, ar let down at the zide. When she da speak to oone, she don't stiare an' grin; There's sense in her looks vrom her eyes to her chin; An' her vâice is so kind, var she's modest an' meek, An' da look down to groun' a-beginnen to speak. Her skin is so white as a lily, an' each Ov her cheäks is so downy an' red as a peach: She's pirty enough zittèn still; but my love Da watch her to madness when oonce she da move. An' when she da wa'ke huome vrom church, droo the groun' Wi' oone yarm in mine, an' wi' oone hangèn down, I'm a-shiam'd o' myzuf; var I'm sure I must be Oncommonly ugly along zide o' she. Zoo don't ta'ke o' mâidens; the oone var my bride Is but little lik' too many mâidens bezide; Not brantèn, nar spitevul, nar wild; she'v' a mind Var to think what is right, an' a heart to be kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS EPIGRAM ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S DEATHBED by ALEXANDER POPE WINTER TREE by WALTER R. ADAMS THE GODODDIN: CONAN by ANEIRIN ORLANDO FURIOSO: CANTO 10. by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO CHARACTERS: JOHN AIKEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WATERS OF H. BAPTISME by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |