The Fire at Tranter Sweatley’s Thomas Hardy

They had long met o' Zundays—her true love and she -
         And at junketings, maypoles, and flings;
But she bode wi' a thirtover uncle, and he
Swore by noon and by night that her goodman should be
Naibour Sweatley—a gaffer oft weak at the knee
From taking o' sommat more cheerful than tea -
         Who tranted, and moved people's things.

She cried, "O pray pity me!" Nought would he hear;
         Then with wild rainy eyes she obeyed.
She chid when her Love was for clinking off wi' her.
The pa'son was told, as the season drew near
To throw over pu'pit the names of the peair
         As fitting one flesh to be made.

The wedding-day dawned and the morning drew on;
         The couple stood bridegroom and bride;
The evening was passed, and when midnight had gone
The folks horned out, "God save the King," and anon
         The two home-along gloomily hied.

The lover Tim Tankens mourned heart-sick and drear
         To be thus of his darling deprived:
He roamed in the dark ath'art field, mound, and mere,
And, a'most without knowing it, found himself near
The house of the tranter, and now of his Dear,
         Where the lantern-light showed 'em arrived.