A Yorkshire DIALOGUE, In its pure Natural DIALECT: As it is now commonly Spoken in the North parts of Yorkshire. Being a Miscellaneous discourse, or Hotchpotch of several Country Affairs, begun by a Daughter and her Mother, and continued by the Father, Son, Uncle, Neese, and Landlord. Note that D. stands for Daughter, M. for Mother, F. for Father, S. for Son, V for Uncle, N. for Neese, and L. for Landlord. Reader here's folly, come and Laugh thy fill, He near did good, that never did no Ill YORK, Printed by John White, and are to be sold by Richard Lambert, at the Crown at the Minster-gates. 1683. A Yorkshire Dialogue in its pure Natural Dialect, as it now commonly spoken in the North parts of Yorkshire, being a Miscellaneous discourse, or Hotchpotch of several Country affairs, begun by a Daughter and her Mother, and continued by the Father, Son, Uncle, Neese, and Landlord; D. MOther our Croky's Cawven sineed grew dark, And Ice flaid to come nar, she macks sike wark; M. Seaun, seaun Barn, bring my Skeel and late my tee Mack haste, and hie Thee over toth' Laer to me: Weese get a Battin and a Burden Reap, Though it be mirke, weese late it out by grape; Than we'll to▪ th' Field and give the Cow some Hay, And see her Clean, before we come away; For flaid she get some water before she clean, And mar her Milk, Ise greet out beath my Neen: D. Whaugh Mother how she Routs, Ise varra Arfe she'll put, and rive my good Prunella Scarf, M. Ise dinge thy harness out, thou base mucky Sew, Thou macks sike Anters, Thou'l mistetch my Cow; What need thou be seay flaid. She will nut mell, Nor Hipe, if there war neane here but thy cell; D. waly, wally, here's a deft Tinye Cawfe, It's better than a Keausteril behawfe, M. It's newly gitten Feaut, tack haud on't Tibb, we'll suckled we'll, and put it into ' th' Cribb, And Bed it Strangely, with good clean Streay, And see it lye'th sell down before we geay, Now let us hame, and late for Bowls and Sile, Thy Father'l meause whore we are all this while. F. Ise nut far, is't Cow Cawved that's a gooddin, Now Tibb weese get some Beestling puddin, Let's Spang our gates for it is varra Snithe, And Ice flaid wife, it will be frost belive, Leake yonder ist Lad coming, to late for you, he'd be in Bed, to Morn, we gang to plewe, M. Wya, wya, did ' th' pot play when you come. Wheay keauks the Supper now when Ice fra hame What Hob is't Beef aneugh, is't Groats put in Till all war deaun, I gnaw thou wouldhave not lin, S. Ay Mother the Groats are in, I've ta'en of'th pot, And ' th' Cael I seaure are cawd enough to Sup; M. Come tack up'th Beef Tibb, is't Dubler ready, Thy Father and Hobb must gang toth' Smiddy, And fetch the Specks, Sock, and Coulter hither, Seedtimes now come, they must Saw Haver; Stride Tibb, and clawt some Cassons out o'th' Hurne, Then geay Thy ways and fetch a Skeel of Burne, And hang the pan ore'th Fire, i'th' Rekin-crewke, And Ise wesh ' th' Sile, and dishes up i'th' Newke, And than we'll all to Bed; here's a cawd Neet But Husband Ise cling close, and weese blend Feet, F. Pray thee deau Pegg, than Ise get up i'th' Morn, And late some pokes, and put up our Seed Corn: Than thou may sarra'th Goats and Guilts with draff, And Ise give Yawds some Hinderends and Caffe, Than for our Breakfasts, Thou may haet some Cael, Till I lie by my Shackfork and my Flail: And Hobbs mack ready my Harrows and my Plewgh, And he and I Pegg, shall deau we'll aneugh; I've hard it tauked, and now the Truth I've fund, Amell tweay Steauls', the Tail may fall toth' ground. I lited on Hobb, he Lited on me, And the Deel a thing is ready at I see, Neither Traces, Hames, nor Baurghwans to find, Swingle Trees, nor Helters, all's made an ill end But tweay days sine, Ise seaure they war all here, Fling on an Heap i'th' midst of our Laer Fleaure, S. Fatther they're ligging all on our Faugh Lands I trailed them there my sell with my awne hands; F. Thou's a good Lad my Hobb that teauke sike Care Is't Yokes and Bows and Pad and Yoaksticks there S. Ey ey and'th Plewgh Staff teau Hopper and Teems We lack nowght but a Bay Stagg of me Neems That we're to Yoake'ith plewgh before our Yawds, And than Ise seaur weese rive up all Adawds. F. Near rack near rack, weese tack neay thought for that, Ise seaur that it will bide us billing at. Our Land is tewh, and full of strange whickens, Cat whins, and Seavy Furs and money Breckins, S. Lythe ye, Lythe ye, how fond you tawke, You think, weese mack money ilfavart Balk. F. Grey Geause hath laid, gevy carry in her Egg, Tibb dare not come to fetched, for flaid'oth Stegg. Grise, Then goame, steeke'th Hemble deaur and bar up'th For 've been in a mischief twice or thrice. The Libber comes to Morn, weese Libb'th awed Pigs For 've mead filthy wark, o'th' Corn Land Riggs. S. Fatther our Bull Seggs pussomed, he's degbownd, And our awd Mere is slidden intoth' Pound, F. Wellaneerin, wellaneerin, run fast run, Hie thee Hobb, and bid thy Mawgh Herry come, And bring his horn, and give our Segg a drink, Mack hyast or else Ise lamb thee till thou stink. V How now Hobb, thou reeks sayr what macks ta run What uncuths hes thou brought come tell me seaun, S. Our Yawds laid arseward, Bull Segg is like to dec, And seay Ise come for you to gang with me. V Marry Ise varra weay, for that's ill work, Ise flaid, weese not get there before't be dark▪ F. That's we'll your come, the Segg is at Stand Hecl, What ails 'tis deaur I cannot find out'th Sneck. V Is this him that liggs here, he's tengd he'll dye Let's stick him, there's neay whopes of him I see, he's pretty meetery Flesh here s a good skin, He l mack good Ca●l and put fat Backon in; Let's gang and see your Sheep, what ails yond Teaupe I think he's gitten some stob in his Feaut, Thur Yowes are Clowclagged, they skitter sayr, They'll be full of Mawks if you tack nut care, I think 've gitten some fresh whewt of girse, That macks them seay beclarted about ' th' Arse. F. Ise like to Clem lets hame Maugh to our Pegg, she'll trigg our Kites with good Kirne Milk & Whig V. Sister have you owght that will slocken we'll, 've Whigg i'th' Stand, and good Kirn-milk i'th' Skeel Fill me'th bend Kit, Ise set it to my paet I'll venture a strange pull, though I be haet. Here's sine Backon Sister its glore fat, But it's a little knarled with our Carl Catt. F. It's small warse Pegg where's our Haver Riddle; Last time I sawt, it was laid i've our Stable. Wheay hes remmond ' th' Side Lanyells some ill Foal, I laid 'em here under the Aumry sole. Can neathing lig, that leeter than a stane We shall have nowt left seaun, all will begane All things run wrong wife, neathing Cottons we'll Thy spindle is all ravield, nea Garn oath Reel. Thy sammaron web thou sent tuth Bleacher well Is stown, grey Geause Gezlins all dazd i'th' shell Our Bayking I put up i'th' Harden Sack, The Mi●ners let it fall into the Beck, M. Ways is me Husband our awd Breads all gane, We must mack Bannocks till ' th' Bakin come haum. F. Its comes i'th' Earnder Wife or else be Neaun, Come bring my Siippers Tibb and deet my Sheaun. To Morn i'th' Ownder we must dod our Sheep, The Wether's hate and Mawks begin to creep: M. Sum's feald our backstane Tibb or else its gean, Ise varra flaid sum es gittened forth' long lane, D. Whilk ways our Hobb gaen Mother, here's base wark Yonder's Gawt i'th' Garth and riven all his sarke. M. What's warse than ill luck, late me our Fruggin, Ise stop ' th' Yatt, tell thou mack Perry lug him. F. Hearest Dubler brocken, and nowther Soul nor Breau▪ And Ise seay Howle I gnaw nut what to deau. Here's mad wark Hobb, Speer'th Heck and flay back'th Cat. Therest Backon in her mouth hit her a bat we'll dean Hobb hest a gittint leauke is't there, It's little warse it's trailed i'th' Mucky Fleaur, Here'st Gully liggin, call thy Mother seaun, Ise scrape it clean, Ise seaure it's now past Neaun, Fie fie if we'd nut come just when we did, we'd been mislickened of our dinners Pegg. M. How seay I whemmiled Dubler o'er the Meat, To keep it safe and warm for you to Eat. F. But'th Catt had eatened all if weed nut been Dubler's brocken, thou may trust thy nawn E'en, I Wad feign see a fine Sun shiny day, Heres wancle weather for gittinge of our Hay. What ails our Tibb, that she urles seay i'th' Newke, she's nut Reet. she leauks an Awed farrand Leauke. D. Fatther, I've gitten cawd, I can scarce tawke, And my Snurles are seay sayr stopped, I can nut snawke, N. How does my Cousin Tibb Aunt I must nut stay, I hard she got a Cawd the other day, M. Ay wallaneerin, wilta gang and see, Stee. she's aboun i'th' Chawmber, Thou may Clim upth she's on a dovening now gang deftly Nan, And mack as little din as e'er Thou can. N. Your mains flaid, there's an awd saying you gnaw That's there's no Carrion will kill a Crawe: If she be nut as dead as a deaur Naile, I'll mack her flyer and semper like Flesh Cael, What Tibb I see, Thou is nut yet quite dead, Leauke at me woman, and haud up thy head. D. Ah Nan steeke'th winderboard, and mack it dark, My Neen are varra sayr, they stoun and work. They are seay Gummy and Furred up sometime. I can nut leauke at ' th' Leet, nor see a stime. N. Come come, I can mack Thee Leetsome and blithe, Here will be thy awd Sweetheart here Believe. He telled me seay I say him but last Neet O Tibb he is as fine as onny Kneets. D. Nay Nan Thou does but jest there's neay sike thing, He woes another Lass and gave her a Ring. N. Away away great feaul tack thou neay Care, He swears that he'll love thee for evermare. And says as ever he whopes his Saul to seave, he'll either wed to Thee, or tull his greave. D. Thou macks me laugh Nan, if all be true thou says, I whope that than Ise see some joyful days: he's made me have money a sad heart, I thought he'd left me, and wad nut tack my part. But than sometimes I thowght its a black Creak, That never to her sell can gitt a meek: N. The Reason why he does nut come and gang, He says love me leetly and love me long. There's luck in Leizur, he'd have your Love's tack haud He says he's heard that haet Love is seaun cawd: He can Leov the House we'll that has Tibb in, And nut be always Riding o'th' Riggin. Next time he comes he'll tell thee all his mind, Seay be nut Stanfra, but Loving and kind, And let him kiss and grape teau if he will, Thou's near warse woman for there's nean can tell. D. he's had neay want of that which macks me think, The Proverb's true, that proffered things does stink: The things that we have dean Ise arfe to tell, But I suppose Thou's deaun the same with Will: N. Pray thee tell me Tibb, tell me woman seaun, And I'll tell thee what Will and I have deaun D. If I sud tell the Reeks that we have had, Thou'l kittle seay, it'l mack thee just stark mad: N. Thou sets me Agog until I hear, Thou need nut blush come whisper me i'th' Ear D. What need I whisper, Thou knows young Women will To get a Lively Lad, use all their skill: He kissed me first did grape my breests and than, Went lawer down, Thou knaws what teau dear Nan: N. Tell me I pray Thee what did he Tibby, Did he, beat a Alarm on thy Stiddy: D. Wheesht wheesht my Mothers coming up I hear, And she's heard all our Tawke, Nanny I fear N. Wad she war hanged that cud nut stay belawe, I'd as leeve be felled as nut the truth all gnaw: Ise hear't all out when I have time to stay My Naunt's just here now, farewell I'll away I must be ganging now Ise seaure its time I've nowther been at Kine, nor farraed ' th' Swine: M. What ista ganging Nan will thou nut stay, How comes thy clathes seay flurred Barn this cawme day Thou never Tite, there's always something wrang, Wad ta saw thy cell thou great Gammerstang, For shame Woman Reet 'em down as ta geayes Ise seaur thou hes neay Mence near in thy Clathes, Beseaur hereafter thou tack better Care. For Meat is much, but Mence is Maer. Yonder's our Owse, is Loppen over the Yate, Nan slap him back as Thou gangs up ' th' Town gate N. Aunt I'll nut mell, outless he war our awne, What is't woven Owse, that Hiped at our Brawn. M. Neay neay great Staggs, what a fond wark Thou macks Its him, that brach down'th Rails, tuth Haver stacks. When thou does gang upp'th Town, Thoul knaw him seaun, he's a find Flae Head, and a pure brown Greaun. N. Here's your Hobb coming let him gang his Sell, I tell you plain Isle nowther mack nor mell. I have nea time now up the Town to Rame, There is odd Chars for me to deau at hame; F. Is Hobb gane Husband to fetch back woven Owse, A we bitten sine, out o'th' Fawd Garth brack louse. M. If he can but dree, I saw him yeaud upth Town, And seay I think he's gean to fetch him down: Wife what's become of my Spatterdashers, Pray Thee Stride upp'th Greese and fetch'th Gammashaes' For I must gang toth' field and cut some Hay, And give Ilkin o'th' drapes some while I stay, There is a Rencky Cow, that beats all'th rest. And till I Fothered them, I never witted. T'other has book, and Bane, and are as tall, And yet she macks 'em run on Snocksnarles all. Bring me our Hay Spade Hobb, Hushta good Lad Can thou not hawd thy Feet, what ista Mad: Some Rogue has stown our cause house deaur away, Mind Hobb if thou Speer it out to day. Outapont how that Hen gobbles up all'th Groats, Thur Birds are all Cumber, I'll cut their Throats. M. Stand by Caingell let me Crum 'em some Bread, Ise Arfe to put them out because o'th' Glead. F. What a whanks there if thou fike wast do mack, I must late ' th' Needle whore it never stack. I care nut, an they war all Drowned i'th' dike There not worth an Atchison, nor Twenty fike. M. Your a cheap Man, trouble not your Jobber Noll I'll give 'em some Trout, reach me hither Bowl. F. Thou's nought but Babbles, thou does things toth' Hawves Thoved mayor need gang, and mack some Cale forth' Cawves They're starved for want of Meat, hark how they Blear When'th Steed stown, Thou may steeke the Stable deaur. Mack hast good Pegg, sweep'th house and don the seaun Our Landlord woman will be here by Neaun. I had an Inklin on't at'th Arvall Feast, Methinks he macks deeulish stickle but haste. M. It's time for me about the House to Tripp, he's be as welcome as water into a Ship. It's nut aboon Three weeks gane sine'th Rent day, Husband what have you gitten up to pay. F. I've five Nobles Pegg and some odd money, Thou seld some Chiefs hes thou onny. M. Seven groats and a penny is all my Stock Thou knows whore it liggs, lve nowther Key nor Lock F. Pray thee tell truly, hes thou neay mayor, Did thou nut sell some Garne at our last Fair: M. What if I did, have I nut mayor to pay, Then I can mack of Trout, Kirne Milk, and Whey Wadta have me keaune, or deau that is warse, Turn Whore, and Addle money with my Arse; I'll have mayor under my hands to gang about, Thou's nut think, that I'll be thy Underlout F. Thou Snoutbands me sayer may I nut jest, I seaur I meant neay harm to thee i'th' least; Come hither Hobb, what little stock hes Thou, I gnaw Thou's Addle some, with driving Plewe; S. The small stock I've gitten up together. Is Twelve Bodles a Groat and fix pence Fatther, F. I must borrowed Hobb, what ista willing, When I get money Thou's have a Shilling. S. Ise gang and fetch it hard fest in a Cloote: You may seaun lowsed your cell, and tack it out. F. Here's Three and Three pence in odd Money Pegg That macks Forty Shillings, Reet as my Leg; Pashions a Life, heerst Landlord just at deaur, Stand you by, I'll speak to him do nut fear, L. Ise come to see Thee, how dusta Billy, What macks Thee hustle, thou's mayr false than silly Thou Glincks and Glimes seay I'd miskened thy face, If Thou had wont at onny other place: Is't God Moarn or God Deen, what saysta Will? I think you have nut dined heres a good smell, F. Leet pray you Landlord, and you than will gnaw, I think my wife hes Pies i'th' Ewn to draw: L. How now Peggy, methinks thou's varra fine, Have you some Guests to come to day, to dine, M. Wellaneering we'd need have every Neaun, Something that's good, to keep our Heart's aboon; L. But courser Fair I think, might you content, You tack neay thought, how to pay me my Rent, F. Weese pay you as me macked, and hast comes in, And you can have neay mayor o'th' Cat but'th Shin, Here's Forty Shillings we have neay mayor, Weese have a Cow to sell at our Neest Fair: L. What can I deau with this it will nut clear, And pay seay Mickle, as straits your awed Arreare, F. Here's bad times pray you Landlord be content Forbear us but and you's have all your Rent: L. But it will be a long time first-Ise feared, And whiles'th girse grows, ' ch Horse Starves as I've heard Next time I come you must clear off, I leauke, Thur Driblets mack me scrat, where does nut yeauke▪ F. But you must Let us Rive up some fresh ground Or else we'll turn your Farm into your hand: L. Wad yield gane titter, I had been neay warse. For your not worth the warst Fart of mine A— You may gang when you will, Ise never Care, Ise get another Tenant I near fear; F. we're sattled here: And sea to stir we're laith, But we'll I wait weese gether here nea Graith, L. You Ill my Farm for you have said to some, Your quite undone and beggared sine you come. F. Some Pikethanks for ill will hes teld you that, An uncouth Dog hes money Barkers at; Ise Sackless on't Sir. by this fire that Reeks, I'll Swear't upon all Beauks, that opens and steeks, L. Away away, if I sud let you Si●t, Rend free; I see you cud nut Live on it; Your Corn's as Rank as ever it can stand. There's sike a wreck, it liggs all down o'th' Land: And yet you say your Farm is stark att'th Rent And you for Tenants give me nea Content; You can nut pay nor I can nut forbear, Provide seay for yourselves another Year: F. we're nut seay Browden on't, as you suppose, I think langer we stay, the mayor weese lose, Wad we'd near kend your Farm, nor had come here, But bowght wittt's best, if it cost nut o'er dear, There's neay Feaul, like toth' awd Feaul, I may say; They that are bund. I see they must obey; The time that we come here, 've cause to curse A tumbling stane, I see near gathers Moss; We war o'er we'll before and did not wait And now we may the time rue whenits o'er late; L. Come come for all your goodly Cracks and Brags Ill Husbands and Sluggards must gang in Rags; If you owed money when you come tuth Farm, Your Creditors not it have deaun you harm: If all your stock be gaen, lean to your Kin, Near is my Sarke, but nearer is my Skin, Charity gins at hame Ice nut bund To let you Live Rend free, upon my ground, There's neay Sell like toth' awne Sell; 've Farms anew Offered you say, God speed you, Ise ne'er Rue; A woven Horse I've heard it oft Reported And a Rotten Harrowe, are seaun parted, Fareweele, Ise weay to find'th awed saying true, It's an ill made Bargain whore beath Parties Rue. F. I've set our Landlord forwards Wife he's gane, Our Hobb's nut we'll he's a base stinking Yane. he's troubled with Worms, he can nut sleep nor Ligones Give him Wormseed and Treacle, pray the Pegg. Weayworth this Trash, Ise flaid my Ladd's undeaun, he's varra seek it works at his Heart Speaun; To Moarne Isle gang toth' Market and hire Tibb, And Peggy thou thy Sell shall spin out'th Webb: M. Wya Husband you may deau what you will, If I be we'll. Ise get it deaun my cell; N. How deayee all, what Aunt as I hear say, Tibby hes ta'en a Godspenny to day; I'm come to gnaw before I gang to Bed, I thowght this Martinmas she wouldhave be Wed: M. Way is me she's over young for a good Man, There's meay fowks wed, than keeps good Houses Nan▪ N. Over young seay you, I seaure she's gane Eighteen, And few but at that Age they are Man keen; Pray you what Age war you, when you war Wed, At sixteen Aunt you lost your Maidenhead; M. But they that Wed before their wise its said Will dye before they Thrive, and seay Ise flaid Will thou and she, and all sike Flirtigiggs, That's fit for nowght but serving Brewster Pigs; I marvel thy Mother gitts nut thee a Dame, It's fit for Thee than to stay at Hame: To slaver and Spin, and run an odd Charr, A good Service war better for Thee far: N. What sike an a Service, as Tibb's to have, I had as leeve be carried to my Grave; M. How seay, what ails her Service can thou tell Thou nowther let her Thrive nor Thrive thy Sell. N. I hear Tibb is to gang to Mistress Nice, she'll rue, I'll warrant mayor than yance or twice. she'll deal her Neaves about her, I hear tell, she's timorous to please and varre fell; First thing that comes to hand she'll let it flee, Neans yable to abide her Cruelty: I'll lay a Wager Tibb never stays A new Meaun, and an Awed, nay nut ten days. M. Birlady but my Barn shall never be A Battingstock for her, Thou's plainly see; Her Godspeny shall be sent back to Moarn, Tibb's stay at hame with me, Nan I'll besworne, My Lass shall nowther Dame nor Mistress have Rather than gang to be a perfect Slave; N. My Neem's coming, fareweel Aunt, I'll to Bed, I've sitten till my feet as cawd as Led. F. Yond Town a dree way off Pegg, Ise sayer tired, Tibb is all Jarbiled, and I'll basely Mireed; Here's good Tobacco Wife it cost a Pringle, How must I leet my Pipe? Whaugh here's neay Ingle M. What need you Rame seay, you seeth Fire's gane, Paul out your Touchwood, Box Steel, and Flint stane. Than strike a Fire, and leet a Seave I reed, And Smeauke your Pipe, before we gang to Bed; F. Unfest my Collar point Wife than let us kiss, And pray for Love amell them where nean is. My Papers at an End, I'll take my Ease Here's too mnch pains bestowed unless it please. FINIS.