The girt wold waggon uncle had, When I wer up a hardish lad, Did stand, a-screen'd vrom het an' wet, In zummer at the barken geäte, Below the elems' spreädèn boughs, A-rubb'd by all the pigs an' cows. An' I've a-clom his head an' zides, A-riggèn up or jumpèn down A-plaÿèn, or in happy rides Along the leäne or drough the groun'. An' many souls be in their greäves, That rod' together on his reäves; An' he, an' all the hosses too, 'V a-ben a-done vor years agoo. Upon his head an' taïl wer pinks, A-païnted all in tangled links; His two long zides wer blue,his bed Bent slightly upward at the head; His reäves rose upward in a bow Above the slow hind-wheels below. Vour hosses wer a-kept to pull The girt wold waggon when 'twer vull: The black meäre @3Smiler,@1 strong enough To pull a house down by herzuf, So big, as took my widest strides To straddle halfway down her zides; An' champèn @3Vi'let,@1 sprack an' light, That foam'd an' pull'd wi' all her might: An' @3Whitevoot,@1 leäzy in the treäce, Wi' cunnèn looks an' snow-white feäce; Bezides a baÿ woone, short-taïl @3Jack,@1 That wer a treäce-hoss or a hack. How many lwoads o' vuzz, to scald The milk, thik waggon have a-haul'd! An' wood vrom copse, an' poles vor raïls, An' bavèns wi' their bushy taïls; An' loose-ear'd barley, hangèn down Outzide the wheels a'móst to groun', An' lwoads o' haÿ so sweet an' dry, A-builded straïght, an' long, an' high; An' haÿ-meäkers a-zittèn roun' The reäves, a-ridèn hwome vrom groun', When Jim gi'ed Jenny's lips a-smackèn, An' jealous Dicky whipp'd his back, An' maïdens scream'd to veel the thumps A-gi'ed by trenches an' by humps. But he, an' all his hosses too, 'V a-ben a-done vor years agoo. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANNOYER by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY HUDSON RIVER ANTHOLOGY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO SLEEP, WHEN SICK OF A FEVER by PHILIP AYRES COMPENSATIONS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER TO CHILDREN: 5. DAME HOLIDAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE OF THE PRIORESS'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |