William Barnes

Here you will find the Poem Blackmwore Maidens of poet William Barnes

Blackmwore Maidens

THE PRIMRWOSE in the shade do blow, 
The cowslip in the zun, 
The thyme upon the down do grow, 
The clote where streams do run; 
An? where do pretty maidens grow 
An? blow, but where the tow?r 
Do rise among the bricken tuns, 
In Blackmwore by the Stour. 
If you could zee their comely gait, 
An? pretty faces? smiles,
A-trippen on so light o? waight, 
An? steppen off the stiles; 
A-gwain to church, as bells do swing 
An? ring ?ithin the tow?r, 
You?d own the pretty maidens? place 
Is Blackmwore by the Stour. 
If you vrom Wimborne took your road, 
To Stower or Paladore, 
An? all the farmers? housen show?d 
Their daughters at the door; 
You?d cry to bachelors at hwome? 
?Here, come: ?ithin an hour 
You ?ll vind ten maidens to your mind, 
In Blackmwore by the Stour.? 
An? if you look?d ?ithin their door,
To zee em in their place, 
A-doen housework up avore 
Their smilen mother?s face; 
You?d cry??Why, if a man would wive 
An? thrive, ?ithout a dow?r, 
Then let en look en out a wife 
In Blackmwore by the Stour.? 
As I upon my road did pass 
A school-house back in May, 
There out upon the beäten grass 
Wer maïdens at their play 
An? as the pretty souls did tweil 
An? smile, I cried, ?The flow?r 
O? beauty, then, is still in bud 
In Blackmore by the Stour.?