Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
WoodlandsWilliam Barnes (1801–1886)
O
Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands!
Here undern
ath the dewy show’rs
O’ warm-âir’d spring-time, zunny woodlands!
As when, in drong ar oben groun’,
Wi’ happy buoyish heart I voun’
The twitt’ren birds a-buildèn roun’
Your high-bough’d hedges, zunny woodlands!
Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands!
Ya gie’d me health, as in my plây
I rambled droo ye, zunny woodlands!
Ya gie’d me freedom var to rove
In âiry meäd ar shiady grove;
Ya gie’d me smilèn Fanny’s love,
The best ov al 
’t, zunny woodlands!
Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands!
To zing below your deep-blue sky
An’ white spring-clouds, O zunny woodlands!
An’ boughs o’ trees that oonce stood here,
Wer glossy green the happy year
That gie’d me oon I lov’d so dear,
An’ now ha lost, O zunny woodlands!
Luonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands!
Along your green-bough’d hedges’ zide,
As then I rambled, zunny woodlands!
An’ where the missèn trees oonce stood,
Ar tongues oonce rung among the wood,
My memory shall miake em good,
Though you’ve a-lost em, zunny woodlands!