THE GEATE A-VALLEN TO
In the zunsheen ov our zummers
Wi' the hay time now a-come,
How busy wer we out a-veld
Wi' vew a-left at hwome,
When waggons rumbled out ov yard
Red wheeled, wi' body blue'
As back behind 'em loudly slamm'd
The geate a-vallen to.
Drough daysheen ov how many years
The geate ha' now a-swung
Behind the veeto' vull-grown men
An' vootsteps ov the young.
Drough years o' days it swung to us
Behind each little shoe,
As we tripped lightly on avore
The geate a-vallen to.
In evenen time o' starry night
How mother zot at hwome,
An' kept her bleazen vire bright
Till father should ha' come,
An' how she quicken'd up an' smiled
An' stirred her vire anew,
To hear the trampen ho'ses' steps
An' geate a-fallen to.
There's moon-sheen now in nights o' fall
When leaves be brown vrom green,
When, to the slammen o' the geate,
Our Jenny's ears be keen,
When the wold dog do wag his tail,
An' Jean could tell to who,
As he do come in drough the geate,
The geate a-vallen to.
An' oft do come a saddened hour
When there must goo away
One well-beloved to our heart's core,
Vor long, perhaps vor aye:
An' oh! it is a touchen thing
The loven heart must rue,
To hear behind his last farewell
The geate a-vallen to.
William Barnes - written in the " Dorset Dialect " in 1862
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