Monday, 13 January 2014

Robert Young, 'Rabin Hill', Dorset Dialect Poet




The engine gied another scream,

The speed began to slacken now.

"T'is strange to I," zed Rabin Hill,

This hoss should kick up such a row.


"If my old 'ooman did but know

That I had gone so vur from home,

that I had ventured in the train,

I warn't she'd kept I zafe at home."


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