Mi Robin Poem by William Baron

Mi-heart beats time to a merry tune,
An' flutters wild wi' glee ;
Ther isno' a lass i' th' teawn, aw'm sure,
So full o' joy as me.
Aw've just left Robin at th' owd lodge-gate,
An' it's th' words he's sed to-neet
'At's driven o th' gloom o' life away,
An' med mi heart so leet.

O, mi Robin's fair, an' he's gowden hair, '
An' he's tall an' comely, too;
An' his een they twinkle so clear an' breet
When mirth comes shinin' throo.
He's an honest heart, an' aw know full weel
'At it's filled wi' luv for me ;
Witheawt mi Robin to cheer me up
Heaw dreary life would be !

To-neet, when aw met him at th' meadow-steel,
He linked his arm i' mine,
For aw'd promised afore 'at we'd hev a walk
If th' neet wur owt like fine.
We chatted away till we geet i' th' lone,
An' past th' owd orchard wo',—
When he axed me to swap mi whoam for his,
An' swap mi name an' o.

It coom so sudden—aw couldno' speyk,
But aw fun' mi tung at last;
An' aw towd him aw'd link mi lot wi' his,
When th' harvest time geet past.
Aw envy nooan o' ther rank an' wealth,
No matter what they be ;
For mi Robin's o 'at aw want on earth,
An' mooar nor th' world to me!