Friday 31 December 2021

Happy New Year 2022

Zitten out the Wold Year by William Barnes

Why, raïn or sheen, or blow or snow,
I zaid, if I could stand so’s,
I’d come, vor all a friend or foe,
To sheäke ye by the hand, so’s;
An’ spend, wi’ kinsvo’k near an’ dear,
A happy evenèn, woonce a year,
A-zot wi’ me’th
Avore the he’th
To zee the new year in, so’s.
There’s Jim an’ Tom, a-grown the size
O’ men, girt lusty chaps, so’s,
An’ Fanny wi’ her sloo-black eyes,
Her mother’s very dap’s, so’s;
An’ little Bill, so brown’s a nut,
An’ Poll a gigglèn little slut.
I hope will shoot
Another voot
The year that’s comèn in, so’s.
An’ there, upon his mother’s knee,
So peärt do look about, so’s,
The little woone ov all, to zee
His vu’st wold year goo out, so’s
An’ zoo mid God bless all o’s still,
Gwaïn up or down along the hill,
To meet in glee
Ageän to zee
A happy new year in, so’s.
The wold clock’s han’ do softly steal
Up roun’ the year’s last hour, so’s;
Zoo let the han’-bells ring a peal,
Lik’ them a-hung in tow’r, so’s.
Here, here be two vor Tom, an’ two
Vor Fanny, an’ a peäir vor you;
We’ll meäke em swing,
An’ meäke em ring,
The merry new year in, so’s.
Tom, mind your time there; you be wrong.
Come, let your bells all sound, so’s:
A little clwoser, Poll; ding, dong!
There, now ’tis right all round, so’s.
The clock’s a-strikèn twelve, d’ye hear?
Ting, ting, ding, dong! Farewell, wold year!
’Tis gone, ’tis gone!—
Goo on, goo on,
An’ ring the new woone in, so’s!

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