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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
 
The Turnstile
By William Barnes (1801–1886)
 
AH! sad wer we as we did peäce
The wold church road, wi’ downcast feäce,
The while the bells, that mwoan’d so deep
Above our child a-left asleep,
Wer now a-zingèn all alive        5
Wi’ tother bells to meäke the vive.
But up at woone pleäce we come by,
’Twer hard to keep woone’s two eyes dry;
On Steän-cliff road, ’ithin the drong,
Up where, as vo’k do pass along,        10
The turnèn-stile, a-païnted white,
Do sheen by day an’ show by night.
Vor always there, as we did goo
To church, thik stile did let us drough,
Wi’ spreadèn eärms that wheel’d to guide        15
Us each in turn to tother zide.
An’ vu’st ov all the traïn he took
My wife, wi’ winsome gaït an’ look;
An’ then zent on my little maïd,
A-skippèn onward, over-jay’d        20
To reach ageän the pleäce o’ pride,
Her comely mother’s left han’ zide.
An’ then, a-wheelèn roun’, he took
On me, ’ithin his third white nook.
An’ in the fourth, a-sheäkèn wild,        25
He zent us on our giddy child.
But eesterday he guided slow
My downcast Jenny, vull o’ woe,
An’ then my little maïd in black,
A-walkèn softly on her track;        30
An’ after he’d a-turned ageän,
To let me goo along the leäne,
He had noo little buoy to vill
His last white eärms, an’ they stood still.
 
 
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