'Zummerzetzhire' Rhymes. a Collection of Poems in the Dialect of West Somerset, Being the Personal Adventures of 'Jan', 'Tommy Nutty' and Others (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ...law, all the rest war gone, An I an Zal, quite ztrangers like war left theer quite alone. An tho we lookt, twar all in vain, vor no one coud we vind, 0 law 0 law the cooch war gone an we war left behind. Oh how we urned to catch the zhip, quite dree miles vor zartin, An only reached her jist in time, npon the pint of ztarting, Ees, zteam war up, an off we went the zame way as we come, An they ther purty.musickers war pleaying ' Whoam zweet whoam' 1 thaut as comin auver like that twarden zea enuff, But bless 'ee gwine back along, the road war martel ruff. An I an Zal an many more war very bad you know, Like moast voaks be upon the zea, the vustest time they goo. An I an Zal boath meade a vow we'd never come agen, Till we leaned out auver the tail boord, --we zoon got better theD. But I think as they ther musickers of iron must be meade, '0 dear, what can the matter be, ' war the very tune they pleayed. When all at once a zhout was raised, 'the drumstick's auverboord.' An I velt preshus glad o' that, thinking zilence war inshoored. But they only played the louder then, they blowed ther heads off jist An the drummer chap ztill kept the drum an banged en wi his vist. But we the river gained at last, an then we velt all right, An on the tide the zun went down, which war a purty zfght, An purty zpeedy arter that, we zeed Burgewater Zteeple, An then the zhips, wi girt tall masts, an crouds on crouds o' people. An zoon we all war landed zafe, twar all auver zo did zeem, Vor they ther pnrty musickers ztruck up 'God Zave the Quean.' I've no occashun now to zay how we got whoam all right, But narry one o' us be bound, coud zleep a wink that night. Zal zed as how zhe velt vor weeks the rolling ov the zhip, An live as long as ever we med, we zhant vorget...