Bringen Woone Gwain o' Zundays

William Barnes (1801–1886) · 1844–1862

iambic tetrameter · 32 lines · from Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

Ah! John! how I do love to lookAt theaese green hollor, an' the brookAmong the withies that do hideThe stream, a-growen at the zide;An' at the road athirt the wideAn' shallow vword, where we young bwoysDid peaert, when we did goo half-woys,To bring ye gwain o' Zundays.

Vor after church, when we got hwome,In evenen you did always comeTo spend a happy hour or twoWi' us, or we did goo to you;An' never let the comers gooBack hwome alwone, but always tookA stroll down wi' em to the brookTo bring em gwain o' Zundays.

How we did scote all down the groun',A-pushen woone another down!Or challengen o' zides in jumpsDown over bars, an' vuzz, an' humps;An' peaert at last wi' slaps an' thumps,An' run back up the hill to zeeWho'd get hwome soonest, you or we.That brought ye gwain o' Zundays.

O' leaeter years, John, you've a-stoodMy friend, an' I've a-done you good;But tidden, John, vor all that youBe now, that I do like ye zoo,But what you wer vor years agoo:Zoo if you'd stir my heart-blood now.Tell how we used to play, an' howYou brought us gwain o' Zundays.

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Bringen Woone Gwain o' Zundays is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect, Project Gutenberg ebook #21785; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

Bringen Woone Gwain o' Zundays is 32 lines in 4 stanzas of 8 lines each. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 84%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.9 syllables. 47% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 AABBBCC- lookA · brookA · hideB · zideB · wideB · bwoysC · woysC · zundays
  2. 2 --AAABB- hwome · come · twoA · youA · gooA · tookB · brookB · zundays
  3. 3 --A-ABB- groun · down · jumpsA · humps · thumpsA · zeeB · weB · zundays
  4. 4 AABB-CC- stoodA · goodA · youB · zooB · agoo · nowC · howC · zundays
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Ah! John! how I do love to look8········
At theaese green hollor, an' the brook8········
Among the withies that do hide7·······
The stream, a-growen at the zide;8········
An' at the road athirt the wide8········
An' shallow vword, where we young bwoys8·/˘·····
Did peaert, when we did goo half-woys,8········
To bring ye gwain o' Zundays.7·······
Vor after church, when we got hwome,8········
In evenen you did always come9······/··
To spend a happy hour or two8···/˘/··
Wi' us, or we did goo to you;8········
An' never let the comers goo8·/˘··/˘·
Back hwome alwone, but always took8·····/··
A stroll down wi' em to the brook8········
To bring em gwain o' Zundays.7·······
How we did scote all down the groun',8········
A-pushen woone another down!8····˘/˘·
Or challengen o' zides in jumps8········
Down over bars, an' vuzz, an' humps;8········
An' peaert at last wi' slaps an' thumps,8········
An' run back up the hill to zee8········
Who'd get hwome soonest, you or we.8···/˘···
That brought ye gwain o' Zundays.7·······
O' leaeter years, John, you've a-stood8········
My friend, an' I've a-done you good;8········
But tidden, John, vor all that you8········
Be now, that I do like ye zoo,8········
But what you wer vor years agoo:8········
Zoo if you'd stir my heart-blood now.8········
Tell how we used to play, an' how8········
You brought us gwain o' Zundays.7·······

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