Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. Loves BeginningsThe dule s i this bonnet o mine
Edwin Waugh (18171890)T
My ribbins ’ll never be reet;
Here, Mally, aw ’m like to be fine,
For Jamie ’ll be comin’ to-neet;
He met me i’ th’ lone t’ other day
(Aw war gooin’ for wayter to th’ well),
An’ he begged that aw ’d wed him i’ May,
Bi th’ mass, if he ’ll let me, aw will!
Good Lord, heaw they trembled between!
An’ aw durstn’t look up in his face,
Becose on him seein’ my een.
My cheek went as red as a rose;
There ’s never a mortal con tell
Heaw happy aw felt,—for, thae knows,
One couldn’t ha’ axed him theirsel’.
To let it eawt wouldn’t be reet,
For aw thought to seem forrud wur wrung;
So aw towd him aw ’d tell him to-neet.
But, Mally, thae knows very weel,
Though it isn’t a thing one should own,
Iv aw ’d th’ pikein’ o’ the world to mysel’,
Aw ’d oather ha Jamie or noan.
What would to do iv it wur thee?
“Aw ’d tak him just while he ’se inclined,
An’ a farrantly bargain he ’ll be;
For Jamie’s as greadly a lad
As ever stept eawt into th’ sun.
Go, jump at thy chance, an’ get wed;
An’ mak th’ best o’ th’ job when it ’s done!”
Aw shouldn’t like Jamie to wait;
Aw connut for shame be too soon,
An’ aw wouldn’t for th’ wuld be too late.
Aw ’m o’ ov a tremble to th’ heel:
Dost think ’at my bonnet ’ll do?
“Be off, lass,—thaw looks very weel;
He want noan o’ th’ bonnet, thae foo!”