Ov all the housen o' the pleäce, There's woone where I do like to call By day or night the best ov all, To zee my Fanny's smilèn feäce; An' there the steätely trees do grow, A-rockèn as the win' do blow, While she do sweetly sleep below, In the stillness o' the night. An' there, at evenèn, I do goo A-hoppèn over geätes an' bars, By twinklèn light o' winter stars, When snow do clumper to my shoe; An' zometimes we do slyly catch A chat an hour upon the stratch, An' peärt wi' whispers at the hatch In the stillness o' the night. An' zometimes she do goo to zome Young naïghbours' housen down the pleäce, An' I do get a clue to treäce Her out, an' goo to zee her hwome; An' I do wish a vield a mile, As she do sweetly chat an' smile Along the drove, or at the stile, In the stillness o' the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S DREAM by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS A LOVE-MESSAGE by LILLIAN CORBETT BARNES THE AUTHOR'S PARTING ADDRESS TO THE MUSE by BERNARD BARTON CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 7. OF HOSPITALITY by WILLIAM BASSE |