Here you will find the Poem Vull a Man of poet William Barnes
No, I?m a man, I?m vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You?ll be a man if you can teake All steates that household life do meake. The love-toss?d child, a-croodlen loud, The bwoy a-screamen wild in play, The tall grown youth a-steppen proud, The father staid, the house?s stay. No ; I can boast if others can, I?m vull a man. A young-cheak?d mother?s tears mid vall, When woone a-lost, not half man-tall, Vrom little hand, a-called vrom play, Do leave noo tool, but drop a tay, An? die avore he?s father-free To sheape his life by his own plan; An? vull an angel he shall be, But here on e?th not vull a man, No; I could boast if others can, I?m vull a man. I woonce, a child, wer father-fed, An? I?ve a-vound my childern bread; My earm, a sister?s trusty crook, Is now a faithvul wife?s own hook; An? I?ve agone where vo?k did zend, An? gone upon my own free mind, An? of?en at my own wits? end. A-led o? God while I were blind. No; I could boast if others can, I?m vull a man. An? still, ov all my tweil ha? won, My loven maid an? merry son, Though each in turn?s a jay an? ceare, `Ve a-had, an? still shall have, their sheare An? then, if God should bless their lives, Why I mid zend vrom son to son My life, right on drough men an? wives, As long, good now, as time do run. No, I could boast if others can, I?m vull a man.