THE VAICES THAT BE GONE

BT THE KBV. YnUJAU BASNIfr.

Whzn evemen shiades o' trees da hide

A body bj the hedge's zide.

An' twitt'ren birds, wi' plâysome fligbt,

Da vlee to roost at comèn night,

Then I da sauter out o' zîght

In archet, wher tbe pîiace oonce rang Wi' lâfes a-rised an' zongs a-zung By vâices that be gone.,

Ther*s stîll the tree that bore our swing, An' t'others wher the birds did zing ; But long-leav'd docks da auvergrow The groun' we trampled biare below, Wi* merry skippèns to an' fro

Bczide the banks, wher Jim did zit

A-plâyen o' the claranit To vâices that be gone.

How mother, when we us'd to stun Her head wi' ail our nâisy fun, Did wish us ail a -gone vrom huome !

An' now that zome be dead, an' zome Be gone, an' ail the pliace is dum',

How she da wish, wi' useless tearSi To hâve agen about her ears The vâices that be gone !

* Dorset Dialect.