O, I be a carter, wi' my whip A-smackèn loud, as by my zide, Up over hill, an' down the dip, The heavy lwoad do slowly ride. An' I do haul in all the crops, An' I do bring in vuzz vrom down; An' I do goo vor wood to copse, An' car the corn an' straw to town. An' I do goo vor lime, an' bring Hwome cider wi' my sleek-heäir'd team, An' smack my limber whip an' zing, While all their bells do gaily cheeme. An' I do always know the pleäce To gi'e the hosses breath, or drug; An' ev'ry hoss do know my feäce, An' mind my @3'mether ho!@1 an' @3whug!@1 An' merry haÿ-meäkers do ride Vrom vield in zummer wi' their prongs, In my blue waggon, zide by zide Upon the reäves, a-zingèn zongs. An' when the vrost do catch the stream, An' oves wi' icicles be hung, My pantèn hosses' breath do steam In white-grass'd vields, a-haulèn dung. An' mine's the waggon fit vor lwoads, An' mine be lwoads to cut a rout; An' mine's a team, in routy rwoads, To pull a lwoaded waggon out. A zull is nothèn when do come Behind their lags; an' they do teäke A roller as they would a drum, An' harrow as they would a reäke. O! I be a carter, wi' my whip A-smackèn loud, as by my zide, Up over hill, an' down the dip, The heavy lwoad do slowly ride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI SONG OF THE SPANISH JEWS by GRACE AGUILAR RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIOGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WATER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A THOUGHT FOR A LONELY DEATH-BED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |