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NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE, by ALFRED TENNYSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Wheer 'asta bean saw long and mea liggin' 'ere aloan? Last Line: Git ma my aale, I tell tha, an' if I mun doy I mun doy. Alternate Author Name(s): Tennyson, Lord Alfred; Tennyson, 1st Baron; Tennyson Of Aldworth And Farringford, Baron Subject(s): Farm Life; Agriculture; Farmers | ||||||||
I WHEER 'asta bean saw long and mea liggin' 'ere aloan? Noorse? thoort nowt o' a noorse; whoy, Doctor's abean an' agoan; Says that I moant 'a naw moor aale, but I beant a fool; Git ma my aale, fur I beant a-gawin' to break my rule. II Doctors, they knaws nowt, fur a says what's nawways true; Naw soort o' koind o' use to saay the things that a do. I've 'ed my point o' aale ivry noight sin' I bean 'ere. An' I've 'ed my quart ivry market-noight for foorty year. III Parson's a bean loikewoise, an' a sittin' ere o' my bed. 'The Amoighty's a taakin o' you to 'issen, my friend,' a said, An' a towd ma my sins, an' 's toithe were due, an' I gied it in hond; I done moy duty boy 'um, as I 'a done boy the lond. IV Larn'd a ma' bea. I reckons I 'annot sa mooch to larn. But a cast oop, thot a did, 'bout Bessy Marris's barne. Thaw a knaws I hallus voated wi' Squoire an' choorch an' staate, An' i' the woost o' toimes I wur niver agin the raate. V An' I hallus coom'd to 's choorch afoor moy Sally wur dead, An' 'eard 'um a bummin' awaay loike a buzzard-clock ower my 'ead, An' I niver knaw'd whot a mean'd but I thowt a 'ad summut to saay, An' I thowt a said whot a owt to 'a said, an' I coom'd awaay. VI Bessy Marris's barne! tha knaws she laaid it to mea. Mowt a bean, mayhap, for she wur a bad un, shea. 'Siver, I kep 'um, I kep 'um, my lass, tha mun understond; I done moy duty boy 'um, as I 'a done boy the lond. VII But Parson a cooms an' a goas, an' a says it easy an' freea: 'The Amoighty's a taakin o' you to 'issen, my friend,' says 'ea. I weant saay men be loiars, thaw summun said it in 'aaste; But 'e reads wonn sarmin a weeak, an' I 'a stubb'd Thurnaby waaste. VIII D' ya moind the waaste, my lass? naw, naw, tha was not born then; Theer wur a boggle in it, I often 'eard 'um mysen; Moast loike a butter-bump, fur I 'eard 'um about an' about, But I stubb'd 'um oop wi' the lot, an' raaved an' rembled 'um out. IX Keaper's it wur; fo' they fun 'um theer a-laaid of 'is faace Down i' the woild 'enemies afoor I coom'd to the plaace. Noaks or Thimbleby -- toaner 'ed shot 'um as dead as a naail. Noaks wur 'ang'd for it oop at 'soize -- but git ma my aale. X Dubbut loook at the waaste; theer warn't not feead for a cow; Nowt at all but bracken an' fuzz, an' loook at it now -- Warn't worth nowt a haacre, an' now theer's lots o' feead, Fourscoor yows upon it, an' some on it down i' seead. XI Nobbut a bit on it's left, an' I mean'd to 'a stubb'd it at fall, Done it ta-year I mean'd, an' runn'd plow thruff it an' all, If Godamoighty an' parson 'ud nobbut let ma aloan, -- Mea, wi' haate hoonderd haacre o' Squoire's, an' lond o' my oan. XII Do Godamoighty knaw what a 's doing a-taakin' o' mea? I beant wonn as saws 'ere a bean an' yonder a pea; An' Squoire 'ull be sa mad an' all -- a' dear, a' dear! And I 'a managed for Squoire coom Michaelmas thutty year. XIII A mowt 'a taaen owd Joanes, as 'ant not a 'aapoth o' sense, Or a mowt 'a taaen young Robins -- a niver mended a fence; But Godamoighty a moost taake mea an' taake ma now, Wi' aaf the cows to cauve an' Thurnaby hoalms to plow! XIV Loook 'ow quoloty smoiles when they seeas ma a passin' boy, Says to thessen, naw doubt, 'What a man a bea sewer-loy!' Fur they knaws what I bean to Squoire sin' fust a coom'd to the 'All; I done moy duty by Squoire an' I done moy duty boy hall. XV Squoire's i' Lunnon, an' summun I reckons 'ull 'a to wroite, For whoa's to howd the lond ater mea thot muddles ma quoit; Sartin-sewer I bea thot a weant niver give it to Joanes, Naw, nor a moant to Robins -- a niver rembles the stoans. XVI But summun 'ull come ater mea mayhap wi' 'is kittle o' steam Huzzin' an' maazin' the blessed fealds wi' the divil's oan team. Sin' I mun doy I mun doy, thaw loife they says is sweet, But sin' I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn abear to see it. XVII What atta stannin' theer fur, an' doesn bring ma the aale? Doctor's a 'toattler, lass, an a's hallus i' the owd taale; I weant break rules fur Doctor, a knaws naw moor nor a floy; Git ma my aale, I tell tha, an' if I mun doy I mun doy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KICKING THE LEAVES by DONALD HALL THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON |
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