} / THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES THE Wiltshire Moon rakers EDITION OF West Countrie Rhy/aes. BY Edward Slow. SALISBURY: R. R. Edwaups. 4. Castle Street. LONDON: Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton. Kent & Co., Ltd. WOLVERHAMPTON : BARFORD &. NEWITT, PRINTERS, 27. QUEEN STREET PRE FAC E. W QUITE agree with the Author, who declared his most ^ difficult and unthankful task was writing a Preface for his book ; when written, few readers cared for it ; generally contenting themselves with a desultory glance, or a skip over. Be that as it may, I would like to embrace this oppor- tunity of saying, that, as the whole Six Series of my Rustic Rhymes have been for some time out of print, and there being a desire on the part of a good many people for a reprint of my early effusions, I herewith venture to issue another volume, the full edition of which embraces all the most popular and humourous verses, together with some few pieces never before published. Whatever little merit my various publications may possess, Reviewers and Philologists are agreed they are fair specimens of our good Old County Dialect, which, as my readers know, is rapidly disappearing, and will soon become an unknown patois to the future inhabitants of our County. With reference to the picture of our County Legend, "The Wiltshire Moonrakers," given on the frontispiece; many have written me respecting the origin of the story. All I can tell them is : that my version is founded upon William Little's tale as published some fifty years ago, by John Yonge Ackerman, which is as follows : — " People zay as how thay gied tha neam a Moonrakers ta we Wiltshire voke : becaas, a passel a stupid bodies one night, tried ta reak tha shadder a tha moon out a tha brook, thinken it wur a cheese. Bit that's tha rong end a tha starry : tha chaps as wur doin this wur Smugglers, and they wur vishen up zim kegs a sperrits, an ony purtended ta reak out a cheese. Zoo tha Zizcniin as axed em tha question had he's grin at em. Bit thay had a good laff at he when em got whoam tha stuff." 8i>4i>83 Anoiher version of the story is as follows : "Two farm hands who had hecn imbibing rather freely at the Village Inn one night, were returning, 'rakes in hand,' to their homes: passing a pond near the village, they saw the full moon's disc reflected on the water. ' Zounds ! ' zays one, ' if zomebiddy hant bin an drapped a skim cheese in tha pond. Let's get un out, meat ; hoot ! ' So the pair of them set to work with all their might and main, trying to land the supposed cheese. All at once a dark cloud obscured the moon, and the disc suddenly disappeared : the astonished yokels went and told in the village, 'that as they wur reaken a cheese out a tha pond as zomebiddy had a drapped in, tha devil comes up vrim below, drags un down, an had un var he's own zupper — jist ta spite em.' " This is the story as told by non natives of our County, in order to exhibit Wiltshire people as fools and simpletons. Just, now, when I'ietuiv Post Cards are in the zenith of popularity, it may interest my readers to know the Wiltshire Moonraker's Card, has the honour of being the first Folk Lore Picture Post Card published. The neat artistic badge " just issued," to adorn the hats of our Volunteers, is also symbolical of our County Story, viz: — "Two rakes, a Brandy cask, and the Moon." miton, November, 1903. CONT ENTS. The Wiltshire Moonrakers Jainiy Brown in Lunnen Tha Girt Harcheology Tha Countrymin an tha Laayefs Clerk Bill Byles and the Minister ... Tha Cot on Zalsbvy Plaaiu — Zong ... Tha Mysterious Laig a Mutton Tha Girt Vat Pig Beeans and Beakin Zanuny an Zusan a Coortiu Poll's Weddin Under Carter Joe Gipsyuu at Stounehenge Zendin a Valentine, or doing the Grecian Bend Jealousy; or, Lizer an Jeame Sniiliu Jack : a true Stowry Adventer ... Tha Wo old Grovely Vox Crismis Beef ... Tha Girt Big Figgetty Poode Ower Girt Zeptember Vair Tha Parish Council Bill Woak Apple Day Milly, an tha Squire ... Tha Deairy Maid wur False Perseverance, or Joe's Blackbird of a Midnigh Page 9 16 45 48 60 52 55 62 66 71 77 83 86 92 99 107 117 119 123 128 142 149 152 154 156 Ower Good Wold Passin Poor Dick Gramjer shaant tjoo inta Wirkhouse... Poor Tom A Temperance Dialogue by Joe and Tom Courtship of Mr. Clay and Widder Ray Tha Girt Big Wheel ... Janny Raa on tha Charter Zelebration Granifefs Crisniis Woold Trotter's Zaayius, his Likes and Dislikes Robcrd and Steaven — a Musical Confiab atween two Varmers Good Vridy Las Hossler Joe Jack's Poll — a Sea Song Haymeakin Zong Tha Hard Winter a Ninety-one Harvust Worn Song A Lessiu in a Brook ... A Shepherd Bwoy's May Zong Bloudiu at Wilton Park Tha Woold Schoohneaster Why dwoant em Toll tha Bell Tha Leabourer's Zundy Marnin Tha Woold Zexton Tha Snow Address to a Mizer Charm in Lasses Cooitiii tha Blacksmith's Daate Pa(/e 159 162 165 170 172 185 207 213 227 236 239 244 248 250 252 255 261 263 264 265 277 279 281 287 292 293 299 301 Faithvul Dolly ... Varmer wur took in Tha Childern's Trate ... Tha Squire's Crismis Greetin Tha Pr entice 's A dv enter Grovely Barn ... A Fiather's Rebuke to a Leazy Tha Carter's Winter Zong Dreshen out tha Cam Diggin Te'a-tees Tha Puzzled Voter Meaken out tha Zensus Peape Notice to Quit ... Tit var Tat, or tha Lampl Bandsmen ... Tha Otter Hunt Zon. ghter an tha Page 304 305 307 310 313 323 326 329 331 333 335 343 350 356 368 o o I I- THE WILTSHIRE MOOMAKEUS. Down Vizes way zom years, agoo, When smuggal'n wur nuthen new, An people wurden nar bit shy, Of who they did ther sperrits buy. In a village lived a Publican, Who kept an Inn, Tha Pelican, A man he wur, a man a merit An his neam wur Ickey Perritt. Ael round about tha country voke Tha praise of thease yer landlard spoke ; Var, wen any on 'em wur took bad, They knaw'd wur sperrits could be had ; An daly, it wur nice an handy, At tha Pelican ta get yer brandy. Twer zwold as chep as tis in Vrance, Tho a coose, twer done in iggerance. One winter, Crismis time about, Thease landlords tubs ad ael run out. Zays he, this yer's a purty goo, Var mwore what ever shall I do ; 10 Thic smugglin Zara's a purty chap, Ta lave I here wieout a drap ; An wen a promised dree months back, A hooden vail ta bring me wack. Bit praps tha Zize voke voun his trail, An med a pop'd un inta jail, Howsemdever, I'll zen and zee, Ta marrer wats became a he. Zoo next day at nite he off did start, Two girt chaps wie a donkey cart. Ta Bristil town thay took ther way, An got there as twur gettin day ; Tha smugglers house tha zoon voun out, An tould'n wat they wur com about. Ael rite, zays he, I've plenty bye, Bit we mist keep a cuteish eye, Var tha Zize voke, thay be on tha watch, An two or dree have lately cotcb. Zoo tell woold I key thats tha razin Icoodcn zen avore ta pleaz an. Zoo wen twur dark thase smuggler bwold, Got dree tubs vrim a zacrit hould ; An unobsarved he purty smart, Zoon clap'd em in tha donkey cart ; An tha top a cover'd up we hay, Then sent tha chaps an cart away ; Ael droo tha sheets quite zeaf an zoun, They zoon jog'd out a Bristil town. An voir I ha vull moon ad arose, To tlicr nc-itivr pli'iic.c, win- draain close 11 Wen to ther girt astonishment, They met wie a awkurd accident, In passin auver Cannins Brudge, Tha stubborn donkey hooden budge ; Tha chaps thay leather'd well his back, Bit a diden keer var ther attack ; Bit jibb'd an beller'd, shook his mean Then kick'd bouth shafts right off za clane. Up went tha cart, tha tubs vill out, An in tha road zoon roll'd about ; An vore the chaps cood ardly look, Ael dree ad roll'd straite in tha brook. Well ! here's a purty goo zays one, Why Will, wat ever's to be done? I'd like ta kill thic donkey quite, If thee wurst zays Tom, tid zar un rite. Doost knaa wot tha matter wur ? I thinks a got a vorester ; Var I nevir knaw'd un hack like this, Unless zummit wur much amiss. Look at un now he's in a scare, An gwain as hard as he can tare ; We bouth shafts danglin on tha groun, A wunt stop till he gets worn I'm bown. Zoo let un, I dwoant keer a snap, Var then thay'll gace thease yer mishap; An zen zumbiddy on tha road, Ta help ess get worn seaf the load. Bit zounds, while thus we do delay, The tubs, begar, ull swim away ; 12 We mist get em out at any price, Tho tha water be as cwoold as ice. Dwoant stan geapin zo, var goodness zeak, Run to thic rick and vind a reak ; I thinks that I can reak em out, Var ther they be swimmin about. Two reaks wur got, an then thease two Did reak and splaish we much ado ; Bit nar a tub thay diden Ian, Thay hooden zeem ta com ta ban. Zays Tom, I'm tired a tha job An hooden a tuck un var ten bob ; 1 ad a mine ta let him goo, An zo I w T ill if thee hoot too. Get out, girt stup, we mist get in, Tho we da got wet ta tha skin. Till never do ta let em be, Zo tuck thee pants up roun thee knee. Tha chaps then took tha water bwould, Tho thay wur shram'd ni we tha cwoold; And jist as thay did brave one out, Ael at once a feller loud did shout— Hel'oh, me lads, waf up to there? Night Poachkhs, ah, if teartt I swear. Let goo, /ays Will, I'm blow'd if tent, Vizes Exci/.ciiiin on tha scent ; Push off tha tub var goodness zeak, Get out tha brook, teak bould a reak ; Reak at tha moon a shinin zee, An dwoanl the ipaki , I'll tackle be, 13 Under tha brudge, then out a zight, Quickly tha tubs wur push'd aelright. Tha Zizemen now ad rach'd tha pleace, An Will he draa'd a ruful veace ; We beant no poachers zur zed he, Bit av ad a mishap as ya zee. Coinin vrim Vize we donkey cart, On tha brudge tha donk mead zudden start ; An jirk'd, an jib'd, then gied a kick, An het bwouth shafts off purty quick. Out went ower things wich as ya zees. Lays ael about, an yer's a cheese ; He roll'd rite on straite in thease brook, An Tom's a reakun vor'un look ! Tha Zizeman swallered ael o't in, And to zee Tom reakun, gun ta grin, Girt vool, zays he, as true's I'm barn, Why that's tha moon, thee beest reakun vor'n An then a busted out agean, An zed of ael that beat ael clean : To zee a crazy headed coon, Eeak at the sh adder of tha moon. Will wink'd at Tom, Tom wink'd at Will, Ta zee how nice be'd took tha pill ; Ah, zur, you med laff as longs ya please, Bit we be zure it be a Cheese. Zee, how he shows hisself za plain, Com Tom, lets reak for he again. 14 Zoo slap an dash went on tha reakin, While Zizemin he var vun wur sheakin An off a went houlden his zide, Var longer there a cooden bide. We grinnin his eyes did auvervlow, Ta zee thay chaps a reakin zo ; An ta think that now he'd tould em so, Tha girt vools hooden ther frake vergo. Zoo up a got apon his hoss, An as tha brudge a went across, He zet up another harty grin, Wen a look'd an zeed em both get in ; An zed, girt vools, till sar em rite, If they da ketch ther deaths ta nite. Bit wen he ad got clane away, Tha tubs wur got wieout delay ; And hid away, quite zeaf and zoun, Var a dark nite, wen tha moon wur down. Then at the Pelican fchease chaps, Purty zoon wnr tellin ther mishaps ; Bit acl ther troubles they vergot, Wen a beer ache wn had a pot, An Ikey coose did pay em well Thease little stowry not ta tell; Zo we'ii tha Zizemin next did com, Woold Ikey lie a coose wur mum. 15 An in a glass did jine wie glee, Wen Zizemin twould tha tale ta he ; Bit he laff'd mwore wen zeaf one nite, Tha tubs wur brought worn snug an tite : An many a bumper went around, To think they'd beat tha Zizemin zound. Bit he tha tale did zoon let out To ael tha countery roun about ; An to thease day, straingers da teeze, All Willsheer voke about tha Cheese. Bit tis thay as can avourd ta grin, To zee ow nice a wur took in. Zoo, wen out thease County you da goo, An voke da poke ther vun at you ; An caal ee a girt Willsheer coon, As went a reakun var tha moon Jist menshin thease yer leetle stowry, And then bust out in ael yer glowry, That, yer cute Excisemen vrum tha town, Wur took in wie a Willsheer clown. Zoo dwoant ee mine be'n call'd a Mooney, Twur he, ya zee, as wur tha Spooney. "^c^^xj^r Photo : Frith & Co. y Rcigntt. JANNY BB0W1S IX LUMEN. Jan Brown a wur a leaberen man An wirk'd var Varmer Kay, Nar better chap ee'r vollied plough Ar rnead a rick a hay. Zix voot a stood, wieout his boots Za lusty an za stout, A stronger or a smearter chap There wurden roun about. An he cood zow, ar dresh, ar mow, Ar car a zack a whate, Ar Need tlia pigs, ar milk lha cows, Ar mend a fence, ar gate. Our day; Jan Brown zed fco hisself, I'm nearh twenty -\ ive An .nit a bin ten mile vrom worn /unci' 1 wur born'd alive. 17 I've yeard za much bout Luunen town Vrim voke who av bin there, Be drat if I dwoant goo an zee When brass I've nuff to speare. Zoo, every varden, he did seave A that ar precious stuff, An went athought his pipe, an glass, Var ta putt by anuff. An wen vive pounds, a ad a seav'd A zed ta Farmer Eay, Ta Lunnen, I be gwain to goo Var a leetle hallerday. Ta Lunnen aye ! zed Varmer Eay Ta thich there dredvul pleace, Why man, thay'll zure ta take thee in If thay onny zee thee veace. Now dwoant ee goo, zed Missus Eay, You'd better yer abide Var zartin zure ya will get lost Wieout you've got a guide. Var Lunnen zich a wicked pleace Our Squire he da zay, An voke ull rob ee, right and lift In tha middle a tha day. Odd dang em then, zed Janny Brown, If that's there leetle geam Thay'll vind thay've got a toughesh job Zure's Jan Brown is me neam. 18 Well ; plaze theeself, zed Farmer Eay, Bit mind what we've a zed, Var if thee doosen zoon com back We'll gie thee up as dead. Now Varmer Kay a diden like Ta speer good Janny Brown He gun to think, that praps a med, Stop up in Lunnen town. Var Janny wur, tha handiest man As wirk'd apon tha varm, An if a never shood com back Tood be loosen his right yarm. Zoo off thic nite, young Jan a went Ta wish his gal good bye, An when ta her, be twould his mind She gun ta pipe her eye. Now Janny, Janny, dwoant ee goo, Now dwoant ee, leave yer Zally, Var I be zure, you'll loose yerself Up in zom Lunnen alley. An then whatever shood I do, If ya wurden to come back We grief, I shood zoon pine away Thease lovin heart hood crack. Lar Zally, dwoant ee be aveard I'll be seaf an zoun An mine, avore I do com back I'll buy yer weddin gown. 19 Now Zally White lik'd Jacky Brown Wie ael her might and main, An when a menshind bout tha sown, She hooden he restrain. Aelthough when he cotch'd woold her hans, An zed tha last good bye Her leetle heart wur in her mouth, An she begun ta cry. Zoo Janny he did claps her waist An kiss her rosy cheek, An wie a whopper, left an zed I'll be back avore a week. Then he went worn, an pack'd his things Ael up za snug an tight An went ta bade, bit ardly slep Ael droo tha wary night. Avore twur light, a tumbled out Zart in a dramy doze An grop'd about, var to vind out, His vine new suit a clothes. An when he'd vound, an putt em on Za tidy, nate, an plaain, He started off we ael his might Ta ketch tha scurshin train. An when tha stayshun he did rache, A paid his money down ; Then jumped into a girt long train As wur var Lunnen town. 20 Tlia engine puff'd, tha whissle screein'd, Tha guard a zed ael right, An off went puffin billy then Blowin we ael his might. Dang, what a naise zure he da meak A gappen zo var breath, Just like a poor woold work'd out boss, Thats very nigh ta death. Vaster, an vaster, on a went, Amang tha naise an steam, An Jan could hardly meak it out Twur zo much like a dream. An bye an bye, tha train draa'd up, Maing Claphams busy zene, An Janny pok'd his noddle out Ta zee what it did mean. Hoy ! hoy! a zed, we might an main, J5e this yer Lunnen town ? Cos if it be, jist let I out, Var thats win I be bow n. A skierce ad zed, what he wur zayio ; A runiblin train rush'd past, Another, an another, too Pool' Janm stood agasl . Whatever do ael this yer mean, Our hero he did hast ; I tang, if I dwoant think bis tha day That is ta, be tha last. 21 Mid naise an smoke, an vire, an steam, On went train atter train, Cram'd up we voke, za smeartly dress'd, A wonder'd were they wur gwain. An while a wur a wonderen zo, His train wur got in fettle ; An off a went, we zudden jerk, Which drow'd un off tha zettle. Well now, if that beant purty vine, My neam yeant Janny Brown, Thay hooden a keer'd if thay'd a het Tha brains out on me crown. His yead a rub'd, his clothes a brush'd, An zet hisself aelright ; Var he could zee, as Lunnen town Wur purty nigh in zite. An wonce agean, tha train draa'd up, Maing shouts a Waterloo ; An Jan got out, and ther a stuck, In a terry able stew. Why what gurt vools, thease vellers be, Ta keep on we zich prattle, I spoose, thay'd try meak I believe That yer, thay vought thic battle. I beant za green as I da look, Thic tale var I wunt do, Cos I'd a uncle that did fight At thic ar Waterloo. 22 An he twould I, as how tha pleace, \Yur zummat like a common, Zo how cood this yer be the spot ; Be dang if teant ael gammon. Then Janny Brown, a tiivn'd away Wie heart not auver plazin, Ta think that vore he'd left the train Thay shood begin a taazin. Now humly busses thay wur there, An cabs too, be tha score ; Ower Janny steer 'd var never he Had zeed zich things avore. Thay hansims be zoni purty tilings, I hooden ardly vind, Insteads a zitten up in vront Tha draver zits behind. A eabmin then we eyes za keen, Beheld ower hero stan ; An baalen out, to tin did say " Now then, jump up young man." " Na, na," zed Jan, " I beant a gwain, A chap like I za pooer; Abides, I caant meak out yer thing, A hant a got nar dooer." We that a turn'd an waak'd away, Ael up towards the brudge ; A appeny ther, a musl Lug out, Which zomehow lie did grudge. 23 Be dang if I can meak it out, Why thay shid charge I money ; I spoose thay teaks I var a baste, Da zeem za quare an vunny. Ah well, it beant za verry much, Ar zoon I'd let em zee ; I spoose thay thinks it a good joke, Not var ta pass I vree. Now zoon our hero round hissel ; In the middle of fcha Stran ; An up an down a waak'd about, Till he cood ardly stan. Bim bye, a girt vine shop a zeed Wur atin things wur zould ; An in a went, an zat un down, Jist like a lion b would. An zoon in com'd a smeartish lass, A zmilen and a zingin ; An in a purtv way she axed, What she shid plase ta bring un. Let's zee, zed Jan, I thinks I'll av Vry'd haigs and zim beakin, An a leetle sooty dumplin too, As zoon as you can meaken. Bit vust bring in zim brade an cheese, An pwint a worm brew'd beer, Var atter thic ar girt long ride, veels terrvable leer. 24 Zoo, when we thase good things a did His craven unger stay, A caal'd agean the smilin lass, Ta know what twur ta pa\ . Jist two an dree zir, if ya plase, She smilin like did say, An Jan a draa'd his leathern pouch, Tha money var ta pay. Zaay he, I'm vrbm tha countery, An, I'll want a room ta sleep; Zoo ax yer fiather if he'll vind Me lodgins and me keep. O eece, says she, this is a house Wur lodgers, we teak in ; And raste assur'd you zir shill vind It verry cheap and clean. We that ower hero zat un down We his mind now at hase, An gap'd about on every thing Var ael o't zeemed to plase. Out at tha winder he did look, The traffic did zaprize ; An never did er turn his yead Till yeaken wur his eyes. At las, quite wary of tha zites, A caal'd tha waiten maid To show un up into his room, Var he win- gwain ta bade. 25 An zoon a wur snug zettled down In a zound snorin sleep, An there a slept an snor'd away, Till day begun ta peep. Then up a got, and down a gooes, Ta av his niarnen veed, An out a went, in tha busy street Ta zee what wur to be zeed. Now Janny, he had larn'd ta rade Down in tba village school, Zoo neames a streets, a took a note on Cos no one shood un vool. Ta Charin Cross, a took his way An mainly he did stare, Ta zee za many statues vine Ael roun Trafalger Square. How naterel thay ael da look, Jist tho thay wur alive ; Brave men ; your country putts ee yer Yer memry to zurvive. An what a tall un thic ar is Ael up there in tha zun ; I warn, a got a veamous neam Var deeds, a av adone. An zoo a av, begar, thats true, Var I've rade Nelson's story, Nar man as liv'd, did never add Mwore to our country's glory. 26 "What meaks em put tha lions thayre? I spoose ta awe tha voke, Bit thay bean a gwain ta vriten I, If I be a country bloke. Spoose, tis ta show woold Englins might Thay lions be putt thayre, Tache voreign voes, keep off their toes, An of their growls beware. Tha vountins now begun ta play, An Jan begun ta stir, An zeein thay, a downurds went Ta veamous Wacemister. Lore ! Jamin ni ! look here's a house ! My cracky, here's a pile, Zich a pleace, I never thought there win In ael ower leetle isle. Tha verry towers be edged we goold, Lar, what thay mist a spent, What time too, mist av took t;i liuild Thease house a Parleyment. An look at thic ar whoppen clock; Stuck up in thic ar place, I shid think it be ten voot across His girt white shiny veace. An while Jan wur, we measement struck, Tha quarter jacks did chime, An out went zieh a boomiii zound, As totild what wur tha time. 27 Well, what a clapper he've a got Zed Janny wie a smile, I raaly think that voke mist hear Un off at varty mile. Then Janny did wind up his watch An zet un jist at ten, Zoo that a med in Lunnen town, Keep rite time we Big Ben. An then a turn'd hisself about To zee tha hankshint Abbey, An in a went, bit diden stop It zeem'd za dark and shabby. Tis zartinly, a veamous place, Bit tis, za black and hoary, Ya can skiercly rade what is put up Bout voke a hankshint glory. Then to Zaint Jeames's Park a went Ta zee tha zodgers drill, An hear tha ban za sweetly play, An that his heart did vill. Lar what a aisy life it sims Ta be a zodger bwould ; Bit spoose it idden aelways zo, Tha glitterin yeant ael goold. Var if it wur ; I zoon hood list An be a zodger too, Bit tis them ar viten times as comes That meaks I zart a blue. 28 Wie open mouth an gapen eyes. A zeed tha Duke a York Stuck on his monnvment za high, One zide a thic vine park. I spoose thay putt un up za high Ta zee what is gwain on, An tell it ta tha tother one What's stuck up auver yon. Now twilen up tha steps, a vound It terry able hard, To raste a bit, a zat down on Tha statue to tha guards. Of ael the monnyments I've zeed This is the baste begar ; Thay cooden done a better thing, Ta memerate thic war. Poor chaps ! how nateril thay looks, Brings to me eyes a tear When I da think what thay went droo Out in thic ar Crimen . Zoo when he'd rasted there a bit He went up Haymarket, An look'd about, bit as var hay A cooden zee a bit. I spoose ta da\ yeant market day Zed rustic Jamiy I>r<>wn, Cos if it win- I'd stop ii.n zee If it wur up ar down. 29 Veam'd Bagint Street, wie its vine shops, Did meak ower hero lagger ; A cooden zeam to meak em out, We meazement he did stagger. Var never in his life avore Hood he tha tales believe What thay did zay bout Lunnen town, Bit now a did conceive. What countrymin did ever zee ? Tha vust time zich a zite As thic there street, wieout a wur Struck we ameazement quite. Ta zee tha crowds a vine drased voke, An carridges za gran, Ael day a passen up an down, The richest in tha Ian. Ael droo thic street Jan trudg'd along, An vur beyond tha top ; In Bagints Park a voun a sate, An tired down a zot. Enjay'd his bit a nammet too, As down ther he did raste ; Then to the gierdens he did goo Ta zee tha wild baste. Lions an Tigers, Bears an Wolves, Hellyfints an Crockydiles, Lepperds an Monkeys, Voxes an Znakes, Vrim countries many miles. 30 Wie hundreds of tha veathery tribe An vishes vrim tha zay ; Mwoast every thing thats in tha wordle Did Janny zee thic day. An when he'd zeed ael he cood zee Za tired cood ardly stan ; A com'd un out an took a bus As took un to the Stran. Vagg'd out a zoon went hoff ta bade, Ta av tha pillars zolace ; Var on tha marn he'd plan'd ta goo An zee tha Christy Palace. «X5X PA R T "• K^ Zo early did ower hero rise, An quickly off did trudge All droo tha streets ta ketch tha train As gooes from Lunnen Brudge. An here the voke wur thick as vlees, Tha Palace gvvain ta zee, An by tha geates thay did cram up As thic as thay cood be. Zoo Jan he squeezed amang tha raste, An haigteen pence paid down, Then jump'd into^. train as wur Var Christy Palace bown. 31 Bit as a did undo his cwoat Ta putt away his ticket, He shouted out " I av bin rob'd A commin droo thic wicket." If zumbiddy in thic ar crowd Hant stawl my zilver watch ; Hooden I a pummied em a bit If I'd a jist em cotcb. Well, well, I'm in a purty clit This yers a purty goo, Two poun ten, slap gone at wunce, Var he wur nearly new. If I did knaa what I do now, Begar I'd never com ; Dang if ower measter wurden right, I ought ta bid down worn. Now tha voke as zat beside our vren Did gie un their pity, Var thay cood zee as he wur one Vresh vrim tha countery. Bit pity zee, yeant no helpmeat, When mainly you'm distrest, Gie I tha voke who lends their aid ; That's thay as I likes best. Bit now tha train begun to waig, Tha whissle loud did blow ; An Jan tha watch gied up as lost, Tho we anger he did glow. 32 Ael I da zaay, zed Januy Brown, About thic watch a mine, If ever I da ketch tha thief ; I warn I'll meaken whine. Tha voke thay smil'd, as Jan his vist Brought down we ael his might, Showen on em, how he'd zarve tha thief If ow'n a had cotch zight. Tha whissle then begun ta blow An zoon tha train draad in, An out ther got zich crowds a voke, No waakin in between. An zoon, tha glittern Palace rose Like a enchanted house, Our Janny steer'd an hollied out My cracky ! O good crouse. What martal man did ever zee, Tha vust time zich a zite, Wieout been struck we wondei'ment, When tha zun shines on it bright. Tha gierdens too, be ael laid out Apon tha newest plan, An we tha vlowers, shrubs, an trees, Looks like a vairy Lan. -I mi thought about liis countcry worn An Squire's girl vine park; Bit dang if tliis dwoanl bate em ael Putts ael c't in tha dark. 33 You never ardly hood believe, What at thic pleace is voun ; Mwoast everything tha wordle da hold, Da vill up ael tha groun. An then tha girt big steatly house, Putt up we iren an glass, In ael tha wordle, ther yeant a house ; As can thease yer zurpass. An then tha things, there be inzide, Za splendid, skierce, an dear, Ta zee it ael ; you'd want ta stop In thic pleace quite a year. Bit Jan did onny stop ta look At ael tha girt big things, As tha vountins, an tha himmegies ; Var's time went by on wings. Bim bye, tha whoppen hargin out Zich a mighty zound did zend, It shook tha nerves a Janny Brown ; His hair stood on a end. Var zich a hargin you cant vind, If droo tha wordle ya zerch, Why dang me buttons, if a beant, As bigs, a leetle Church. An when tha hargin had a done Playen musick zo zublime ; A lot a voke got up ta zing, Var now twur conzart time. 34 An thay did zing, an play, za vine It car'd Jan's heart away, T ha zounds a never will varget ; A taaks o't ta thease day. Tha evenim now wur draain on, Ower hero he cood zee ; Aelthough a adden got his watch Ta tell un currectly. Zo we a zigh, an zad varewell, Did Janny leave tha pleace An back agean ta Lunnen town, His steps a did retrace. An wonce agean, a vound hisself. At his lodgens in tha Stran, Wonce mwore, a wor'd out, went ta bade, An dram'd a vairy Ian. An when tha /un. zent his vust ray Into his leetle room, A bundled up, an liotf a went Ta zee Zaint Paul's girt Dome. Droo Temple Bar a took his way ; Vleet Street his eyes did vill We meazement, at tha traflic thick Right up ta Ludgit hill. Zaint Paul's girt Church, a zoon did Bp) , Zounds, what a mighty pleace, Z;t tall an gran, za hankshint too; A noble eddyfeaoe. 35 An zich a lot a carvin wirk, Ael done be janius men ; An a Varger fcwould'n twur putt up Be a man caaFd Christy Wren. Eece, eece, zed Jan, zo twur begar, Vrom Willshere, he did com, I knaas tha pleace wur he wur barn'd ; Jist ten miles vrim my worn. An I da vind, there be a lot A men, a hankshint veam, Who vrom tha country, did com yer, An get a mighty neam. Bit I da think, if naybur Wren, Cood zee agean thase house ; He'd meak em scrape it nicely down. An get of that black douse. I hope tha Bishop, ar tha Queen, If thay tha owners be Ull zet ta wirk, an clane it up ; Zo's ael on it can zee. Past Newgate then, ower hero went. An zeed thic ugly jail, An of ael tha zites, a ad a zeed ; Thase mead his heart mwoast vail. Var tis za drary, an za black Tha outside is anuff, Wieout gwain in ta zee inside An hear the jailers gruff. 36 Be Pwost Office, then down Chepzide, He vollied on in line, An now, an then, jist cotch'd a glimpse, Of tha gran shops za vine. Zich crowds a vok, gwain up an down. Da chok up ael tha way, An Janny cooden meak it out. Twur like a markit day. I specks, says he, if cood bit know Theres a vair on purty nigh ; If I can vind out wur it be Zummat, I'll goo an buy. Zoo to a pleecemin, straite a went, An zed, I shood ee thank ; If you hood tell if that's a vair, A pwintin to tha bank. Eece, that's a vair, tha pleecemin zed ; We a twinkle in his eye, An, if any speer caish you've got Thay'll var ee putt it by. Bit Janny he zoon /red tha drift, He voun it wur tha bank ; An not a place var zich as he Bit, voke a wealth an rank. King Willum Street, a did goo down, An auver Lunnen Brudge, Var a nower watch'd \v<><>ld liather Terns ; Then on agean £y£§5? waiten for Zusan ta come. ^ 1 ' I WiT S/ie appears. v\ in Grovely's a wanderin si ill. CHORUS. Then hurrah var fchease vox, who merrily bounds, An dwoant keer var liuntsinin, ncul nam a ther hounds. CRISMIS BEEF. At Crismis time, wen out ya be, Zort on a leetle veasten spree, Tha purtyest zite there is ta see Is a piece a beef. At who's zite ael yer zorrers vlee, Ya veels relief. Wats better, wen ya be zat down To a oakun teable, ael aroun, How yer inzides da ael reboun, At tha zite of beef ; Wen tha carver slivers off a poun Ta wet yer teeth. How nice ta zee tha gravy run Za rid about the underdun, An crips outzides, when brown thanie done, Wich zom da like. Auver ar under I doont shun, Nooan I dislike. Gie a man beef, apon me zong, I'll bet a crown he wunt goo wrong ; Till meaken hale, harty and strong, A man a mite. His wirkun life it will perlong, An zet ud rite. 120 Vill a man up we beef za prime, He'll never think ta do a crime, Vor, pen apon it, half tha time Crime's caased droo want. Bit beef, thou chief of jints zublime, Ael evils daunt. Eece, spicey beef, I'll zing thy praise, Thy merits aelways I will raise, Vor wen I do but on thee gaze, I veels I cood Live off a thee droo ael me days, Thee beest za good. Prime meat, wither in rib or roun, Thou'rt welcome in any way thou'rt voun, I wish I did we wealth aboun, I'd ;iv mwore beef. Aeltho thy merits zom confoun, Thee beest tha chief. Zom praise vensin, vrim doe or buck, An zom tha hine laig of a chuck, Zom chicken, goose, turkey, ar duck. Bit gie I beef, That meat'ull put into ee pluck. An drown yer grief. Zom praises up ael zorta a geam, Am vish, an zoup, we girt vine neam, Done up we butter, vat, an cream, Ael ta embclish. Apon me zong, ya'd think to zee em. Zicli stuff did relish. 121 We poor we meat beant offen ved, We has cheese ar drippen we ower bread, Thout ther's zim sprats ar herrins red, In winter time. At Club, ar Crismis, then we med Get bit a prime. Wen I be out at any pearty Ta jay mezelf we others hearty, Of different jints, if there wur vorty Ta suit tha teeth, I'd zay, av what ya likes me hearty, I'll stick ta beef. I zometimes laffs, w T en I be out, Ta zee ow zom on em da pout, Turnin slim laigs an wings about Of that ar geam ; Zich dainties off me pleat I'd scout, Teant woth a neam. Ther's Jounes, wen he is out we I, On every jint av got his eye, An a bit of ael o'm he'll try, Mutton, pork, or veal, An then next marnin out ull cry How bad I veel. An ya needen wonder, apon me zong, Vor ta tha zistim must be wrong Ta bide a nibblin there za long Za many zarts ; An drinkin yale ar zider strong, Praphs two ar dree quarts. 122 Vor my own peart, I do zit down Jist auver rite tha beef, za brown, An carver, carves I of a roun Of vat an lean ; Then another zorren, about a poun An I've done clean. Vor hungry men, wat use ta putt. A bird or hare vor they ta cut ? 'Tis notbin vor ta \ ill um up, 'Tis mwoast ael bwones ; Ther mouths da ony ope an shut Ta nibblin tunes. Bit spicey beef, bow zweet thy smell. How zoon thee doost unger dispel, No other jint can thee excel, No better voun, I wish tha butchers ood thee zell Xixpence a poun. On Zaturdy I then ood buy A piece ta roast, ;ir In ak, ar vrj Ar var a pudden ar a pie, Ar touad in hole. Jist ooden I live a bit, ooden I Veasl an conzole. '!• 'I' V -,» V- Zay wat you will, think wai ya med, I'll stick to it till 1 he dead, An ya must vail in we ael I've zed, Vor 'tis ni\ belief, There's notbin better for a spread Than good roasl bei I THA GIRT BIG FIGGETTY KJODEK. Ah, wen I wur a girt hard bwoy, We appetite nar mossel coy, Tha baste thing out ta gie I joy, Wur a girt big figgetty pooden. Tha very neam ow'un zeem'd anuff An ta smill un, ow did meak I puff. An lor, ow I did vill an stuff, When mother mead a pooden. Hache birthday she wur sure ta meak, A girt plum pooden, an a keak, An ax a vew vrens to parteak, Of her nice figgetty pooden. Tho mother adden much ta spend She mead un good ya may depend, An purfcy quick ther wur a end, A thick ar birthday pooden. 124 Na vear a any on't getten stale, If I wur handy an wur hale, Me appetite hood never vail, As long as ther wur pood en. Not that I wur a girt big glutton Like thic chap, as ate a laig a mutton, Tho me waiseut oft I did unbutton When fcwur a extry girt un. When I wur in tha village choir, An a veast wur gied ess be tha Squire, Tha us'd ta com in ael a vire, An as black mwoast as me hat. An twur rare vun to zee em smoke, Var in wine an brandy they did zoak. An pon me zong it wur no joke, Aten much a that ar pooden. Var mezelf I'd zooner av em plain, Zo's you can cut an com again, Wieout tha dread a gien ee pain, Like tha there brandy poodens. Wen in ta Zalsbry oft I went, Var measter on a errant zent, 1 warn, mwoast ael me brass wur spent, In buyin zim figgetty pooden. I used ta knaa a leetle shop, In Brown Street, wur I off did pop, An well vill up me ungry crop, We nice sv li^getty pooden. 125 Tha used ta beak em in a tin. An tha ooman she did offen grin, Ta zee ow zoon I did ate in Her nice hot figgetty pooden. Times on times we vun she've cried, An wur ablidged ta hould her zide, Ta zee ow zoon away I'd hide, That ar dree penneth a pooden. It done her good she did declare, Ta zee I ate me pooden there, An she aelways gied I mwourn me shear, Cos I wur vond a pooden. Ah, oft I thinks apon tha time, When Crismis bells merry da chime, What a girt pooden, nice an prime, Mother did meak var we. A used ta come in steamin hot, Nearly as big's a waishen pot. Wie vigs an currands zich a lot, In thick ar Crismis pooden. Lore, ow me young eyes glissen'd at un, An fiather he did zay, " Odd drat un," I do believe while I wur chatten, Thick bwoy ud ate thic pooden. Dree sorrens on't I aelwys had, An fiather he did look like mad, Bit mother she wur aelwys glad, An zay " Lar let'n av his pooden." 126 A coose, I diden av much mate, Nar gierden stuff apon me plate, An pooden aelwys wur a trate, Specily thick one at Crisrnis. Tho I own, I did av mworn me wack, Me lips var mwore did offen smack, An me waistcut offen wur main slack, Wen tha pooden wur ael gone. A contented bwoy I ael ways wur, An diden cry an meak a stur, Wen he wur gone cos there wurnt mwore, Like a bwoy I knaas who did. His mother once mead a girt pooden, Thinkin she'd gie her bwoy a dooin ; Atter aten till na mwore a cooden, Cry'd, cos a adden vinish'd un. Wen I grow'd up a biggish bwoy, Wat fchay calls a hobbledehoy, Tha chaps did try I to annoy Be caalin out " Figgetty pooden." Bit there I diden use ta keer, Var ael ther chaff, an joke, an sneer, I diden stop it, never vear, Wen ther wur any pooden. If ever I da av a wife, Ta live wie I ael droo fchease life, I'll tell her, if she dwoant wanl strife, Ta meak 1 plentj a poodens. 127 Begar, I hooden mind betten a crown, That if a chap is mainly down, Nuthen ull cure un I'll be bown, Like a girt big figgetty pooden. A zeems ta drave ael keer away, An meak yer heart veel light an gay, That you'll zeem merry ael tha day Atter aten figgetty pooden. Zoo teak thease hint ael labourers wives If you da wish var happy lives, You'll av em zure, if you contrives Ta get lots a figgetty poodens. If ya caant avoord much butcher's mate, Ta putt apon yer husbin's plate, Putt avore un then, what he can ate, A nice girt figgetty pooden. His health an straingth it will zustain, An vlesh he's zartin zure to gain, An a unger never he'll complain, If ya gets un lots a pooden. Meself, ael things I hood gie up, Even do wieout me pipe an cup, Var I cud dinner, tay, an zup. On a nice girt figgetty pooden. ajUL OWEE GIRT ZEPTEMBER VA1R. Of ael naizes an zenes in tha country that are, Ther's nuthen ta beat ower girt Zeptember vair ; Var hussle, an bussle, an tussle, we man an wie be-ast, It can vie wie any in tha country at least. Now if ya da dout it, com an zee var yer-zelf, An be here day avore, Zeptember tha twelth ; When about dinner time ya /are will begin, Ta hear indycashions of tha vorth cumin din. Then on tha vair marn of tha clock about two, Outzid a yer dwoor ye'll hear much ado; That is, if you'in sleepen in tha nayberhood too, An beant zunk too deep in a girt snorin stew. You'll turn, an you'll twis, an mutter what's this? An agean try to zink in slumberin bliss; Then praps var a nower, you med get a snooze, Ael depens, ta wither much liaise you've been used. 129 But wither or not, agean about vour, you'll zadly deplore, That vor tha naize at yer door, Tha bussle an roar, ya raaly caant snore, An praps in a bore you'll turn oer an oer, Ta get a wink more. But you'll vind tis useless, an that you'll convess, as ya jump up an dress in half drowsiness. Wen dress'd, about vive. In tha street you arrive ; Which is ael alive, Like bees in a hive ; An mabby you'll contrive At tha vair to arrive ; If hardly ya strive, Mang tha bussle ta dive ; An goo in an out, like a rickety wheel, Ar like country chaps a dancen a reel. But wen wonce at the vair, Dang if you wunt declare : You wurd'nt aware, Twur zich an affair. An mainly you'll stare, To zee voke here an there, Bun like mad everywhere, As tho in a scare, Be the steat of their hair, An ther eyes wen they stare ; Tis a terryable glare, Xuthun can we it compare. 130 Ta hear variners a shoutin, an scoutin, an poutin, Especially fat ones, that have got tha gout in ; An shepperds a tearin, an swearin, an blarin, An dogs a prowlin, an howlin, an growlin ; At ther poor leetle vlock, ta get em in dock, avore zix o'clock, Ar vore there's a block. Jist hark at their slang, In ther neative twaing ; Well, I'm dang, if there the beant, ael amang. Poor gentle sheep, var you I veels deep, as tho I cood weep, Ta zee ee zo huddled ael up in a heap, That too wie out keep ; An there to remain var howrs in yer pain, I knaa you hood fain be away on tha plain, We nuthen to restrain on fcha grassy domain ; Wie no hurry, or skurry, or strainge curs ta wurrj * # ■.;■■ ■■:■■ # Wat a rum zite is thease vair at its hite ; Wat things ta ex zite'ec, wat zouns ta a-vrite'ee ; Wat feacin ya zee, zom beam in wie glee, An on others ther be lines a adversetj ; An ael zems bent on, business intent on. Tha gennelmin varmer here ya da meet, In tba latest fayslnm, nate an com plate ; An tha woold fayslnm yoman. Who'd av ya ta know, man, That he beant a show man ; 131 Be his plain zimple dress, Yer mine he'll himpress That he do possess Much straite foridness. Zee thay yander together, In ther laggins a leather Hearts lite as a veather, Discussen tha weather ; Tha sheep, an ther keep ; Tha earn, in tha barn ; Tha steat a tha crops, An tha price of new hops ; Tha steat a tha nay shun, An tha leabourers' agitation. How thay roar an thay laff, At ache others chaff; Then goo off an quaff zim mild haff-an-haff. If thame com yer ta buy, wie wat a quick eye, Any vaat they'll descry, jist like a Poll Pry ; How tha sheep they'll veel, avore they'll deal, An ta tha zeller appeal, his price ta reveal, Zoo an zoo, he'll zay, now I want vor thay, Nooan better or chaper any money I'll [lay. There beant ta be voun in tha vair groun ta day. Bit tother ull zay nay, wie accustom'd dismay, Zich a price I shaant pay, Zoo I wish ee good day, An to another lot he'll be off like a shot, An tha zeam question agen he'll put to tha men Who stan roun tha pen. 132 An then he'll propoun, Can ee warrant em zoun ? While tha men do expoun Ther qualities roun ; Nooan better ta be voun In tha vair, they'll be bown. At las he da buy, An hoff ull zoon hie, Tha deal ta ratify, Be whettin tha eye ; While to zom ragged drover A trifle's mead over, To take them to Andover ; Where they mid revel in clover, On the varm of Jan Glover. : ■■;■■ * ■■;■■ ■■:■ Of shepperds what a harmy is here, An ow different zom on em appear ; Zom looks ta av lots a good cheer ; Zom looks main queer an zincere. Var a minet ta yan stall, Now jist gie a call ; An teak stock of the company all. Zee em doin a veed, Ah, they enjoy il indeed, Zich appeties wat can exceed ; An tha fare, zee it there. As much as tha table is yeable ta bear. A huge jint a zall beef, Ya zee head an chief; 133 Bare stuff, ta gie relief, Is a shepperds belief. An yon woppen girt ham, Wat huge slices they cram ; Zom voke it hood zicken, Bit they ate it wie out chicken. An smack ther lips at tha picken ; Tripe, an mince meat, Vaggots, an pigs' veet, An black puddens stale, on which to regale, An waish it ael down wie watery ale. .'. -K; -U . . -<.. .(, *1» ■*- i- ,» -,. «y Now jist take a stride to the other zide, wat a difference wide. Jist gie a glance at this Restaurance, As they caal em in Vrance. If you incline, ya here may dine, of daintees vine, An waish em down wie sparklin wine. * * :|: # * * 'Tis twelve o'clock, an in vull swing is tha Auctioneer's ring Round his box voke cram, as he baals out ta Zam, Ta bring in tha vust ram ; Now gents, wieout any sham, or epigram, What shall I zay, vor this beautiful ram ? While the waitin man Zam, hans roun a dram, Two guineas I hear, in a voice not very clear, That man he must jeer, or else be in beer ; He cant be zincere, to offer a price zo queer, vor a ram like this here : 134 Dree, Vower, Vive, well gents if ya strive, No doubt you'll contrive, at his vair price ta arrive : Zix is bid ; well, if ever I did ; Look at tha price, he's woth it drice, com be concise, an not za nice : wat a zacrifice. Zam ! to tha bidders roun pass another glass, thay require more brass ; Tha grog an wine da sparkle an shine, an goes down ache line, Zom decline, bit mwostly incline ; Another spurr, zeven I yer ; Then vrum a woold pate, corns out plump an straite, Here, I'll gie ee haite, ta en tha debate. Dally knock un down, zays a countery clown, An the seller rewards un, wie a terryable vroun. Then ta nine, another gies tha sign, Whose eyes da sparkle an shine ; No doubt, effects of tha wine. Going ! going ! have ya done ? have ya done ? Then roun his quick eyes da run ; Have ya done, wonce again ? Mine I shill not long detain In pleadings vain ; He looks agen at tha men, who vlock roun tha pen, Up goes his hand ; a voice baals out ten ; An mang ael tha clammer, down goes tha hammer, An tha lam is zoon hurried out a tha pen, Ta nieak room var another, jist like tha other, one hood think 'twas a brother. Then ael tha xeam bother is gone droo agen. 135 If ya've any regard var tha implement yard, Jist teak a glimpse, but be on yer gard ; Var straps an wheels are continually runnin An tha naise too is stunnin. Here be hoers, an mowers, an blowers, Draigs an jaigs, tha Ian ta scarify, and poor vield mice to terrify. Mills an drills, elevators and cultevators, Dressers and pressers, barrers, an larrers, an things ta ketch sparrers ; Mill stounes an wet stounes. Bakers and graters, rapers an crapers, Lifters an zifters, machines for dippin and clippin, In fact ael things that are out, you zee's laid about, Ta cultivate Ian, by team or by han ; An lots too stan in girt deman, But raaly var what use I dwoant understan ; Every vair their's zure to be implements newer, All tha pertickulars of which, you can get vrim vren Brewer." To tha hoss vair advance, an jist gie a glance, Bit wie girt viligance, var thay rear an thay prance, as though touched wie a lance, Especially thay, vrim Erin ar Vrance ; Any zart a steed, you med zee yer indeed, Any zart a breed, ta jog, ar var speed ; Bit if ya one need, you mist teak girt heed, An main caushious prozeed, if ya hood zucceed. Var thease dealers, be zich consalers, an knowin veelers, An I've yeard tha Peelers, zay zom on em be girt stalers ; * A local Machinist. 136 Now jist zee ow ther busines is done, Jist look at thic poor woold Dun, Who's wirk vor ever zeems done, Wat a scare to get un ta run, How a tries his owner ta shun, As much as a dog do a gun. Then look at yon spritely mare, Rrissillen with martial air, How she gallops wie speed droo tha vair, While her owner da swear an declare Zich a gooer never was there ; Bit if you ud have her, teak care, Var she medden turn out quite square ; Zo I'd advise ee, look well, and beware, Wen ya purchase a hoss at a vair. 'Tis past mid-day, an they who da stray Ta every pleace upon tha highway, Begin ther wares to display ; Zee yonder Quack begins his clack, Like a maniac he spouts till he's black ; Zays he, mines tha lack, If ya've pains in tha back, Ar any wur else, I'll cure tha attack ; Why do ee remain za long in yer pain, Wen I stoutly maintain That if you obtain m> medicenes plain, Good health you'll regain, yes! an retain, An never agean complain ; 137 Dwont think ta meak wills, Bit teak my pills, and be rid of yer ills, Eece an 'tis zaprisan, wieout disguisin, Ow many putts vaith in thease Quacks advisin, Ta thease Quack nex door, Another vellar da roar. If ya'm troubled wie a earn, As true as I'm barn, Ar a bunyon, or wart, drap two draps on tha part, An if it dwoant hase impart wieout a paing ar a smart, I'll ate yon hoss an cart ; On its merrits I wunt dwell, Var 'tis knaw'd now too well, Nuthen can it exzell, It hacks like a spell, Here ! zixpince a bottle I zell. Chep Jack begins now to prate, On his voot bouard a state, An a crowd a da zoon captivate ; I zay ! I zay ! I zay ! Good voke jist look this way, Ya zee I'm cum yer ta day, Vor I caant stay away ; Now behold my extensive display, Wich I means ta gie ee ta-day, That is, var a leetle outlay ; Goods ael new, ya zee on view, Vrum Brummagem an Lunnen too ; 138 Zo at wonce wieout ado, Wot vust shill I offer you ; Ah ! here's a tay-pot, tha on)- one I've got, Ther beant another in stock, Tha last of a splendid lot ; Ya zee he's zilver pure, Of that ya med be zure, An ya caant one like un procure. In a zilver smith's shop, I'll be boun, Var less than a poun, That is, like thease pure an zoun ; Yer ! I shaant zay a poun or a half, Ah ! you med laff an think it chaff; Yer! nine, eight, zeven, zix ; Yer ! as true as I'm alive, an in a bit of a fix, You shell av un var vive, Ya wunt ; very well, I'll putt un by. Yer ! wonce mwoar a gooes var vour, Yer ! hang me, as I'm out on tha spree, Ya shill av un vor dree ; Yer ! two an eleven, two an nine, Last time, now mine, Well, as I'm com ta thase town, Ta get a little renown ; Tho I know I'm done brown, Zounds, here a gooes var hull' a crown ; An a knocks un down to a countery clown, Wie a giggle between a laff an a vruwn. Then his store, lie agean do explon . \n brings out wie a roar, ( )ne more, jist like the one before. 139 Now Ballard zingers begin, Ther charmin verses ta zing, In anything bit a clear ring ; Here's well-known Bob an Bet, Well match'd in ther scramy duet ; Anuff ta gie ee tha vret, Tha zouns you'll never varget. Anyow, ther vaices da charm, Tha rustic bwoys of tha varm, Who vlock roun em, likes bees in a swarm ; An hager ther penny thay pay, Var tha newest zongs a tha day. Here ya ar, as long as thers any, Vor tha price of one penny ; Tha newest zongs out, an what they're about ; Here's "Tha zoldier's joy," An " The varmer's bwoy ; " " A zailer bwold var me," " In a cottage be tha sea ;" " Comin droo tha rye," Wie " Tha spider an tha fly ; " 11 Belly Maloone," " Come, lave I aloone ; " " Me lads a warrior bwold," " Zilver dreads amang tha gwold," "Alice Gray," wie " Nellie Bay ; " " Wilt thou be mine," " Tha good Bhine wine ; " 140 " Auver tha waater," Wie '• Tha ratcatchers' daater ; " " Out in tha snow," "Bit not var Joe ; " " Here stans a pwost," " Bill Scroggin's ghost ; " " Cheer bwoys cheer," " Vor wie likes a drap a good beer ;" " Brite zunny days," an many mwore lays, Too numerous ta menshyn, Ta attract yer attenshin ; An on again, they strike up tha strains, While tha shepperd's swains, Join in tha refrains. Becrutin Zargeants now, Wie martial brow ; An pleazin bow, To tha zons of tha plough ; Declare an avow, That how,, thay mist allow; A zoldiers life, wie tha drum an life ; An scarlit couat, is one on which to doat ; Com, jine tha line, Be a zodger vine, \n cut a shine ; Y;i'll aevir repent, V:i did con/cut ; Ta teak tha shillin, Com, ar ya willin ; 141 An many a swain he elevates. An captivates, be wat he states. 'Tis vower a'clock, an ther's a lull, Things be getten dull ; Vor worn again, Is gone tha main, Be road ar train ; A few remain, To teak a drain ; Var till next year Thay w T unt meet again. ■gg> , THA PARISH COUNCIL RILL. A DISCUSSION TWIX TOM AND PHIL, TWO LEABURKN MEN. TOM. Hast yeard tha news? me woold vren Phil Bout thease yer Parish Council Bill? Wich Parleyment atter zim jaa, Av manag'd var ta pass ta laa An Dezember nex, if we'm alive We'll be as busy as bees in hive, Var then tha lections will teak pleaee, An I'm a candidate I gace. PHIL. I wish thee luck, bit look'ee, Tom, Wurs tha money comin vrom ? Var girl expinse its gwain fca he, An wat good'lit do ta zich as we ; 143 Tha laayers an tha printin voke No dout'ull do a tarblisli stroke, Var in startin, there'll be zim keapers, An village Councils vill tha peapers. Bit var any good to a poor chap, I dwoant think till be woth a snap, An as I zed avore, vren Tom, Wurs tha money a comin vrom ? TOM. Tha money vriend dwoant bodder I, Get on tha Council I shill try, An, if elected, thay shill know, I'm good as mwoast tho rekon'd low ; Let tha girt uns try, do wat thay can Var to keep out a leaburen man, I'll bet thee Phil a vive poun note, Tha main on em, var I ull vote ; Dwoant want ta braig, bit bless the zawl, I mid be put on top tha pawl. PHIL. I dwoant dout that, bit harky vren Wat beest gwain ta do var wirken men Wen on thease Council thee diss get, Zoos that we shaant ower choice regret. Cos we'll expec a lot vrim thee, One of ower own zelves, doosen zee. TOM. Wen I gets on vust thing I'll do, Is zee ache man gets a cottage new. 144 Wie yacre a groun, an mabby mwore, Ael o't cloas to his cottage dooer, A well built shed, var ta keep cows, A well drain'd sty var pigs an zows, We pawltry a every zart, A leetle nag, a nice spring cart, Ta haak his things, in village roun, Ar teak em ta tha market town. Eamshackle cots, wur ever vound, Shall be clared vrom off tha ground, A village hall we'll build down street Var concerts, an var voke to meet, Waish house, an baths, an ael tbat are, Ower wives ta waish an hiren there, A aten house wur bhings'll be zould, We nice girt vires, wen weathers cwoold, A zoup kitchen, zoup nex ta nuthin, Bout a penny var a proper stufhn. An one zide thease hall a libery, Peapers, an books, ael ta be vree, A billyeard bouard, an bagatelle teablr. Var young chaps, as to play be yeable, Draats, an chess, an nine pinny metal, Skittlin, wen tha wniihciN in fettle, Voot ball, an cricket, in Squire's ground, Expense a coose, be Council vound. On village green, a music stan Ta be put 14) var ower ban, Who twice a week in zummer prime, Shill play ta liven up ilia lime; 145 Ower young uns merry meak the zene. Be dancin on tha village green. Hache Zaturday, haaf hollerday Tha voke shill av, thout stoppin pay. An coose ael o't I needen state To be paid var, out of a rate. PHIL. I wish it true, bit dang it Tom, Wurs tha money a comin' vrom ? TOM. Cass'n get it Phil, in thy dull pate. Tha cost mist com out of a rate. Squire, tha mwoast '11 av ta pay Varmers, an Passen, help defray, Tha tradesvoke too, a peart must beear, Shopkeepers too, ael pay a shear, Bit thee an I, hard wirkin men, Beant gwain to pay, thee medst depen ; Zoo raste theezelf contented mate, Zuch chaps as we, wunt pay nar rate. 'Zides ther's tha parish charities Ull pay var lots o't doosen zee. Then nice wide paths bouth zides tha street Of assfelt, gravel ar concrete ; An down tha road, a girt big main In which the houssen, ael shill drain. A good zupply a water pure, Hache house '11 ave, thee midst be zure. 146 A rezorvoy, on top a nap, In every cot a water tap. Ower streets be lighted up at night Wie gas, ar wie tha lectric light. Zo's we can zee ower way about If leatish zomtimes we be out. We Wirkhouse we shill do away, An gie woold voke a weekly pay ; As var tha zick, tha learn an blind, A house of refuge we shill vind. An ael tha leazy drunken drones They shill be putt ta crack tha stounes And mend tha road, and vlush tha drain, Zoo that theirzelves, thay shill maintain. An if against it thay da rail, Purty quick we'll pop em off ta jail ; I warn that ar'll brinu cm round, An a leazy chap, ther wunt be vound. Eece, Phil, whats wrong shill be zet right, An ower Village, be a model quite. PHIL. Nice picter thee hast painted, Tom, Bit, wurs tha money comin vrom '.' 'Tis very well var fchee fca state Till ael be paid, out of a rate Ta be mainly putt apon tha Squire, Bit, can he voord ta av em higher? Why now he's blig'd ta live awaj . Becaas a caant expenses pay. 147 An farmers be nearly ruined now, Var land dwoant pay that's under plough ; Lots o'm now is very nigh gone mad Wie prices low, and zazons bad. An Passen now, da vow his tythe Beant anuff ta keep'n alive, An pupils now he's blig'd ta tache, Ar else a cooden bide an prache. Tha shopvoke too, what vew is here, Zays times wur nevir mwore zevere ; Tha poor voke cant pay em no caish, An lots on'em ull go ta smaish. Tha carbinder, and blacksmith too, Zich bad times nevir did goo droo, Aelthough main hard thay bouth da wirk, Ta pay em vor't, lots o'm da shirk. Teant only here ; in every village Trade is bad, Ian out a tillage, Zo diss think, we things in zich a state, Ower voke can stan a heavier rate. Very well ta zaay it wunt be much, But nooan o'm will thic zaayin glutch, Var zunce we've ad a school bouard here Thee's know tiv cost ess purty dear ; Var wen a stearted, zom o'm zed Tood'n be about tuppence a head, Jist look an zee what we've vound, Ta-day 'tis haight-pince in tha pound, An wen thease Council do commence. Thee't vincl it will be girt expense, 148 An twill be years an years ta come, Vore any good we'll get, mind, Tom. TOM. Ah Phil, dwoant thee get in a clit, A coose we'll av ta w r ait a bit, Tha wordle wurnt mead in a day, An coose, we'll av ta veel ower way ; Bit bless thee zawl, we very zoon Shill bring things nicely inta tune. Tha girt uns zoon ull lam ta gree, An help ta meak ael harminy ; An tho at vust thay'll kick a hit, It teant no use, thay must zubmit, Thay'll vind no use ta meak a vuss, Hoppersition ony meaks bad wuss, An zoon thee't zee, Parish Councils Bill A blessin to ower people, Phil. PHIL. I hope I shall, bit dang me yead Twunt be avore bouath oance I)' 1 dade, Var as 1 zed, da wack I Tom, Wur ael fcha money's coiiiin vrom. Zoo I tell thee vren, shaanl wurrit I, Who var a Oouncilmin da try, Tho vote var thee, a coose I shawl. An hope thee't get 011 top tha pawl. WOAK APPLE DAT quaint custom, annually kept by the Wishford folks, in order to main- tain their rights to the dead and snap wood in Groveley Forest. Be tha bainks a tha ripplin Wiley, Zix mile vruro Zals-bur-ee, Stans a purty leetle village As ever you did zee. An 'tis yer be zelebrated Tba twenty-ninth a May, A girt big hankshint custom, Caal'd girt Woak Apple Day. Bevore tha zun, on thic ar marn, Ar lark, av skim'd tha sky, Tha village voke be ael astir, Shouten ther well know'd cry. 'Tis Groveley ; an ael Groveley ; Com nayburs, lets a\va\ , An keep tha hankshint custom up, Var 'tis Woak Apple Day. 150 Be zix a'clock, a motley crowd Av met at Townsend tree, Bouth woold, an young, var ta keep up Thease glad vestivity. We axe, an hook, away fchay goo, Ta copse at Grovele\ , Ta cut tha woaken boughs out vrom Tha merry greenhood tree. 'Tis Groveley ; an ael Groveley ; Tha burden a ther zong, As ther girt boughs za merrily Ache o'm da car along. An up agean ache cottage dooer, Tha woaken bough is tied, We vlaigs an streamers gay an bright, An mottoes too bezide. 'Tis Groveley ; an ael Groveley ; Thame shouten ad tlia day, Ta keep tliic hanksliint custom up, On girt Woak Apple Day. At one o'clock, tha\ ael zil down. Ta ave a jolly veed, An 'tis a zite ta cheer yer heart . As in country ere war zeed. Var ael da zeem zich harminy, A gay an happy zene, We tha ban a playin merrily Apon tha village green. 151 An woold an young, tha rich an poor. Join in tha merry dance ; 'Tis good ta zee tha upper voke Thease pledjures countynance. Tha Lord a Groveley, he is there, An is main plaz'd ta zee, Tha village voke, enjoy therzelves, Thase glad vestivity. He do respect tha peoples rights, Nar wish em var ta barter, Ther priviliges in Groveley hood, Bestow'd on em be Charter. 'Tis Groveley ; an ael Groveley ; A which thay be za proud, An caas a do respect ther rights They cheer un long an loud. An may em never buse tha right. They've got in Groveley hood ; Var 'tis a girt boon to tha poor, Granted ta do em good. -'- sfc sfc ;fc ;|c An zoo let's cheer, Lord Pembroke long, Likewise tha Girt woak tree ; An ael tha Wishford voke who've got Thease rights in Groveley. 'Tis Groveley ; an ael Groveley ; Tha burden a ther Charter, An never med thease village voke Ther hankshint rights ere barter. MILLY, AN THA SQUIRE. Tha Squire, a went out var a ride One evenin in tha month a May, Tha hills an dales wur vull a pride, Tha birds did zing on every spray. Aloane, he jog'd on droo tha hood A whistlin we tha joyous birds, Till ael at wonce, a quiet stood, He yeard a lass zing lovin wirds. An there beneath a girt woak tree, Tha vairest maid as ere wur zeed, Wur zingin love zongs artlessly, Tha listnin Squire, she did not heed. She zung, come Eobin leave thy wirk, An to thy Milly quick now come, Why dwost behind, ta night zo link ? I waits var you ta teak I worn. An tho her's wur a zimple lay, Her voice it wur rich melidy, Tha Squire's heart she car'd away, A list'ned to her rapturously. Then he draa'd nier to tha maid An in zoft tones he to her zed, " M \ lovely lass, dwoant be avraid," While blushin Mill\ hung her yead. 153 "I've yeard yer zong, me lassie sweet, An ah, it charms me to thease place. Bit now yer beauteous feace I meet I hood die var your vond embrace. " happy swain, who claims yer hand, Nooan happier in tha wordle than he. Zay lassie, what wilt thou command? Let me but gie a kiss to thee." Then Milly blush'd, an blush'd again, An to tha Squire she did zay " My love is won, yer vjish is vain, Zoo kind Zur now, goo on yer way." " Know you not lass," then he did zay, " Eiches, an splender, I command An I cood meak ee rich an gay, Tha happiest bride in ael tha land." " An za ya med, but I know well, A Peasant lass yeant fit for you, An Eobin zee, comes up tha dell, Zo, you had best bid me adieu." Tha Squire, he vound, it wur no good Zoo off he trotted on his mare, An left tha maiden in tha hood To enjoy her Eobin's greetins there. Tho Milly wur a beauteous lass, Tho paltry wealth she med command. Her Eobin's love none cood zurpass, An zo ta he, she gied her hand. THA DEAIRY MAID WOR FALSE. Ah ! I did love ower deairy maid, I lov'd her mwore than life, An I had well mead up me mind, Ta av she var a wife. Lore ow her purty rozy cheeks Did charm me lovin eyes, She wur a hangel in me zite A downrite precious prize. Ta zee her, when she milk'd tha cows Out in tha medders green ; I look'd on she we zich delight As tho she wur a Queen. Var like feha daisy at her veet Za modest an za neat, An like tha dew upon tha grass, Her lips thay wur za sweet. Eece many times, when in tha mead, As ta wirk I did repair, I'd zoftly slip behind tha cows An Blylj kiss her there. An she did kiss I, eece she did, An zed she lik'd I zo, That aelwys she hood be me Love, Nar av nar nother bean. 155 An happy I wur in her love, As out we oft did waak, Ah, happy days wur thay ta I, Var zich love she did taak. Var two years, I did cwourt her sweet Var she wur ael me pride, An then one nite I ax'd her straite If she hood be me bride. She hung her yead, an zed she hood Av nar husban bit I, An zoo I then, gun to prepare Tha weddin knot ta tie. Bit guess me anger, one vine marn I yeard she'd rin'd away, An lave'd I too, wieout a wird, Ta cheer up my dismay. A chap vrim Lunnen, had bin down An vill in love we she, An offer'd her ael zarts a things If she hood cut we he. An she pack'd up thick very night, An we'un cut away, An never av I yeard a she Not zunce thic blessed day. * * sj: * * Zoo here I be, left ael aloane An var her I mid zigh ; Bit I'll take keer nar nuther gal Shill ever capture I. PEKSEVEKANCE, OR JOE'S BLACKBIRD. Ower Joe, he cotch'd a blackbird, Las year in hearly spring ; An zo a zed, heem dang if lie, Ood'n larn nn how fca zing, A took his hook away a went, Down mead ta withy bead : To cut ziin twigs fca meak a keage, Which party zoon wur mead. An then a putt tliic blackbird in, An wen a com'd at uite ; A putt a j^in cloth auver un, Ta keep away fcha lite. An then his vlutc a did rache down Var Joe fcha vlute cud play ; An cloas up gean fchic blackbird's keage, Var hours a blow'd awa) . 157 He tried that ar, mwoast every nite, Var two months I be zure ; Till fiather dreatened un at las, The naise he cudden dure. Joe took un in the out-house then, An kep on wie his vlute ; Zays he, he's zure ta zing byne bye, As zweet as any lute. Zich payshins that ower Joe did teak, Ta larn thic bird ta zing ; Hood beat the payshins of woold Job, Ar imwost anything. Bit bye and bye, wen spring agean, Wonce mwore did creap aroun ; Joe's blackbird he begun to meak, A zart a chirpin zoun. Zays Joe, ya zee Ive voun at las, That he av got a tongue ; An I'll be boun avore dree months, Ull beat ael as ever zung. An zoo a did, vor vore dree months, Vrim that a did begin ; Ta pipe za nice an clear an loud, Which mead Joe wink and grin. An he hood himitate Joe's vlute, As well's a man or bwoy ; An ael tha birds tha wur aroun, The rascal hood decoy. 158 Ov ael tha birds I ever yeard, He beat em every one ; Var ael zarts a naises be cud meak ; Wie bis girt saccy tongue. Tba voke, that did goo by Joe's cot, Wondered at wat they yeard ; Thay never could believe zich zouns Com''d vrim a leetle bird. Zora offered un mwoast anything. If he hood zill tha bird ; Bit Joe he vows he'll nevir peart, An till now av kept his wird. MORAL. Zoo now ya zees be Joey's bird, What payshins it nil do ; Then wen ya zets yerzelf a job, Keep on, till you gets droo. OWER GOOD WOLD PASSIN. O, ad I jiat tha power ta rite, Like Bob Burns, vor a zingle nite, I hood zit down, we ael me mite, An praize ower good wold Passin. Vor zirch tha countery ael aroun, A better one ther caant be voun, That in good works da zo aboun, As ower good wold Passin. He is a good un, every ninch, Vrum nuthun good he'll never vlinch, An'll never zee wie poor voke pinch, Will ower good wold Passin. When zickness hunts tha poor man's cot, An empty runs his shelf an pot, Who is it cheers his lowly lot? Why, ower good wold Passin. Who, when he's on a bade a pain, Do we good things his straingth zustain, An offen droo tha nite remain '.' Why, ower good wold Passin. Who, wen tha han a death comes down, An zens zich gloom on ael aroun, Who is it trys tha grief ta droun ? Why, ower good wold Passin. 160 Who helps tha widder in hur grief, Who in pity ant got no belief, Bit in gien out stanchill relief? Why our good wold Passin. Who's always vull a readiness, Ta teak tha children vatherless, An zee em brought ta usevulness ? Why, ower good wold Passin. Who gets tha maids wie rozy feazin, Out in tha wordle tha best a plazin, Who ther deeds is alwys prazin ? Why, ower good wold Passin. Who ta that girt house aft ull goo, Var aid ta help his good wirk droo, 'tis mwore than his means ull do*.' Why, ower good wold Passin. Who, wie tha Squire aft ull plead, Tha kease of zom poor bwoy in need, That vor'un he med intercede ? Wh\ , ower good wold Passin. Who, wen Varmers an ther men vaals out, Tha leabourers' cause gets up an spout, An bring ageac zweet pace aboul ? Why, ower good wold I'assin. Who, when tha Winter's cwold an sharp, Zens out we coals his boss an cart, To tha wold yoke zo's fchay shaant smart ? Why, ower good wold Passin. 161 Who, wen merry Crismiss comes aroun, At every poor man's cot is voun, Gien every head, prime beef a povm, Why, ower good wold Passim No poor man never he'll refuse, Tho he dwoant vaal in wie his views ; Ar if ta meetin house a gooes, Dwoant matter ta ower wold Passim A, zirch tha Countery ael about, A better man ya wunt vind out, Zo his praise vor ever I ull shout, Cos he's a downrite good wold Passin. POOR DTCK. In memory of R T , who died at Wilton, in his fifteenth year. Poor Dick is dade an gone away, Up to his worn on high ; An lore zeems ard, wen we da think, That one za young shid die. An jist as he had lave'd tha school, An wur bown to a trade ; Ta think that 'tis all auver now, That in tha grave he's laid. Var Dick a wur as merry a bwoy, As liv'd in thease yer pleace ; Zicli sparklin glee did vill his eyes, Zich smiles did lite his feace. At school, or worn, at wirk or play, In any youthful geam ; Poor Dick a wur a vaverite, Am aelways wur fcha zeam. At Chirch amang bha Choir bwoys, Ilr w in- a model quite ; Of wat a bwoy did ought ta be, Dress'd in a zurplis white. 163 An nar a bwoy amang tha lot, Cud zing za nice as he ; His voice wur like a zilver bell, That zouns za pleasantly. The nayburs that did live cloas by, His worn upon tha hill ; Ael zed that Dick's zweet cheerful voice, Wie joy ther hearts did vill. Aye, on this earth there did n live, A nicer bwoy than Dick ; Nuthin did zeem ta put un out, No, not wen he wur zick Vor wen upon a bade a pain, Poor Dick wur laid za ill, Zich good things did vill up his mind, Zich joy his eyes did vill. A zed a had no wish ta liv, Therevore tha need'n zigh ; He know'd there wur a worn var he, Up var above tha sky. An zo Poor Dick, wieout a tear, . Did breathe his last on earth ; A smile play'd on his cold clay lips, A smile of heavenly birth. I never shall vorget tha zeene, Wen Dick wur buried low ; Zich loud laments, zich bitter zighs, Zich tears in streams did vlow. 164 Underds there stood aroun his greave, An wen a hymn thay zung ; Thay wur abliged ta turn thur yeads, Becaws ther hearts wur rung. Tha Choir bwoys in zurplis white, Wie trimblin voices thick ; Thay skierce cud zing, var zarrer keen, Ah thinkin on Poor Dick. Zo there he lays, one zide tha church, In a leetle narrer cell ; Bit glorious truth, we know that now His soul in heaven da dwell. GRAMFER SHAANT GOO INTA WIRKHOUSE. Nunno ! a shaant goo inta Wirkhouse While I've a crowst a bread, An can manage var ta keep A roof auver me yead. As long as I have got me health, An straingth ta yarn a shillin, An tha parish voke ull low a bit, Ta keep un I be willin. An if tha wunt, I'd zooner pinch Than zee un goo up there, Aelthough 'tis baddish times anuff, An nuthen I've ta speare. Var poor woold man he's haighty two, His hair's as white as snow, An totterin is his gait an step, A da sheak an trimble zo. 166 Mworn zixty years a shepperdin A wur apon tha plaain, As bwoy, an man, a tenden sheep I wind an starm and rain. An many be tha zites he've zeed, An many be tha tales, What happen 'd when a wur a bwoy, Amang thease hills an vales. When I, a chile, how many times He've took I on his knee, An twould I bout girt Wellinton, An his veamous victory. An tears thay hood rin out his eyes, As thic tale he went droo, Var his ony bwoy : my Fiather brave, Wur killed at Waterloo. Eece, an well he caals ta mine fcha day When tha steage coach did rattle We lightenin speed ael droo thease vale We news of thic girt battle. How, when a stopped a leetle while At tha public on tha green, Tha village voke ael vlockd aroun To hear tha news za keen. \nd when twur know'd thai Wellinton. Had konkerd Bonnj pari . What cheers went up, za long, an Loud, Vrim every English heart. 167 Var droo tha country Bonny's neam Had caas'd voke girt alarm, An down right thankvull wur em now A cooden do no yarm. An long tha thankvull cheers went up, An drink went vreely round, We jay, becaas tha English voke Had beat the Vrenchmin zound. Nevir avore, an nevir zunce, Av ther bin zich adoo, Ael droo tha Ian, as when tha news Did com bout Waterloo. Var twur a glorious vite, da zaay, Woold zawljers, brave an hoary, Who's livin now ta tell about Thic ar veam'd day a glory. Bit when tha vlush a victory Had passed away again, What mwournen did goo droo tha Ian Var thousands that wur slain. An when tha news rach'd Gramfer's cot That Fiather he wur kill'd, What tears wur shed, what anguish keen Mother an Gramfer.vill'd. Bit nevir mind me lass, zaays he, A Fiather now I'll be, Thy mate, my zon, died viten vur His king and countery. 168 Tha widder an tha vatherless A took into his cot, An well a keer'd var bouath a we, Till I ta manhood got. An shill I then, now he is woold, Not yeable var ta wirk, Ze un goo hoff ta Wirkhouse, An me bounden duty shirk. Nunno, a shaant goo inta Wirkhouse, Bit com an sheare me cot, Tho' main scanty be me means, A shill have haf I got. Var poor woold man he's helpless quite An veeble as a chile, His wants be vew, his heart's content, Var ael he've got a smile. An shood er live a vew mwore years, I'll do my baste ta cheer An brighten up his days a bit. As long as he be here. In zumiiuT, wen ilia days be warm. In archet he shill perch, Under tha girt elm tree an watch Tha voke goo inta Church. An when tha evenins thay be vine, I'll vill his heart wie jay, An teak un out amang tha zenes, A rambled, wen a bwoj . 169 I'll draa un out on top tha hill, In Squire's dree-wheel'd cheer, Zo's he can look aroun wonce mwore On zenes that be za dear. An wen tha gloomy winter comes, An vrost an snow be here, He shill zit warm an cozy like, In his girt big yarm cheer. An while tha log is burnin bright, Agean he shall goo droo, His oft twould tale a Wellinton An tha vite at Waterloo. Zoo a shaant goo inta Wirkhouse, While I've a crowst a bread, An can manage var ta keep A roof auver me yead. POOR TOM. Lissen awhile, kine gentle voke, Vor zure, tis time zombiddy spoke Bout poor woold Tom, who's well-know'd veace, Is zo vamilliav roun ower pleace. Come an behold his tiny cot ; Zee vor yerselves his lowly lob ; Yer hearts I'm zure'll veel distress Wen you da zee zich wretchedness. One room above and one below, No vurniture var empty show ; A vew woold chattels, wor'd an plain, Is ael Tom's cottage do contain. An here apon tha cwold damp bricks, Jenny, his wife, var long days zix Out of the zeven, at her tub, Da wash and iren, rub and scrub. Poor crater, wat a life be hers. Her haggard look, 'nil bring ee teai "s ; Heet tis zeldom she complains, Tho her frame is racked wie pains. Var sweet contentmenl vills her heart, An well she carries out her peart, An thinks much wuss be other's lots, Who, wanderen, av no humble cots. An every aighl fca heaven her prayer ( l-ooes ii]» wie thanks \nr bumble vare ; Bui w bo thai know a he] cs e shill deer Ta say thai ample is ber sheare. 171 Tis a paaltry zum that she da yearn. An tha parish officers be stern ; Herself she hardly ean zustain, An the parish must poor Tom maintain Poor Tom, the butt of ael tha bwoys, Who jeer un wie ther shouts an naise, Wich often brings un pains an yeakes, Tho in good peart he ael o'it teakes. Two shillings an two loaves a bread He gets, so he's not auver ved, Tho zomtimes praphs he avs a chance, Thease little lowances to enhance. A smaal job praphs vaals in his way, Ta bring un in zim extry pay ; Bit this tha parish mussenknow, Or they meaken ael on it vorego. Poor Tom av zeed zim bitter strife, Ael droo out his wary life ; Var ever trated as a drudge, Heet his woold heart neer velt a grudge. A poor woold wor'd out man he's now. We deep lines furrowed on his brow ; Dree score and ten he long av past, His health and straingth is vailen vast # * * * * Ye wealthy, I appeal ta you, Wen by thease tiny cot you goo, Jist gie a caal, and then you'll - If thay dwoant desarve your charity. A TEMPERANCE DIALOGUE BY | JOE AND TOM. TWO WILTSHIRE LKAIIOURERS. .IOK. " Good grayshus, Tummas, ow de do, Why, hoo'd a thought a zeein you? Voke thinks you'm in a voreign clime, As ya hant bin zeed, ver zich a time. In Austilyer, or Ainrricky, We zurely thought ya now hoo'd be : Bit raaly Tom, ya looks niain well, An bissen too, a girt big swell. Wie thai vine clothes an thic goold chain Y.i. beant a Leabourer now , thai 's plain ; STa've ad a wind vail I allow, Ya zurely now dwoanl vollie plough.' TOM. Well! yon med Bteer a I, vren -loe, Za different to zom t ime ago, Bit let me gie ee ta unnerstan I bant a zeed mi r v< ireign Ian : 173 Tis zartin true, var zom time now, That I've a gied up vollien plough, Bit I've ad nar wind vail as ya think, Bit this is het, I've gied up drink." JOE. "What! Tom Whissler turn'd teetotaler, What ever nex will my ears hear ; Var of ael I've know'd in my time past, Ta turn, I thought thee'st be tha last. What ! Tom Whissler, tha merry chap, As var nuthen diden keer a rap, Who every night down at tha " Bear," Wur tha jolliest veller there ; Who cood joke, an smoke, an drink beer, An zing a zong za nice an clear. An in winter, gean tha vire warm Wie ael tha chaps apon tha varm. Coold'st crack a joke an tell a tale, We any on'em in thease vale. Who at dice an cards a reglar ard'un. A dapster, too, at cork an varden ; Who wur look'd to, be ael tha bwoys, Ta zettle up any leetle noise. Who's very look, ar nod wur laa, Ta quickly stop ther clammerin jaa ; Eece, an carry off we thee mwore beer, Than any oance, wieout bein queer. Why, I never drarn'd thee'st com ta tins. Unless thee'st jined tha Methodis, 174 Who var yarty years an mwore, I think, Av bin runnin down a drap a drink." TOM. " Eece, an honner to em, good vren Joe, That thay at drink av struck a blow ; Tis right anuff wat you've a zed, Bout me young days, wat a life I led, When you thought I a jolly veller, Becaws I wur a leetle meller ; Wen I wur on a drinken bout, An cud carry twice as much about ; A dale a yarm it done, I know it, Ony, begar, I'd never show it ; Nutliin bit drink, I then did crave, Ta drink, vren Joe, I wur a slave ; But now I've done, I tell ee plain, An tha stuff I'll nevir touch again ; An if, vren Joe, you'm in tha mine, I'll tell ee how twer I did zine." JOE. "Well, as I've a leetle time ta speer, I raaly, Tom, shid like ta bear, Var zeems ta I za martal queer, That tliee shid'st gie up drinken beer. I wur gwain to 'ax fchee, \ declare, Ta goo we I down to tha " Bear," 15(.'ciiws I thought thee kine woold heart \.';ir vrenship sc;ik hood stan a quart. Howzemdever, lots tha stawry hear, How twer fchee'st turn'd teetotaler." 175 TOM. "Wen zix years agoo I lav'd thase pleace I diden know where ta turn me veace. Me clothes an boots wur martal bad, An dree an zix, wur ael I had. An as I trudg'd along tha road, At me heart ther led a heavy load ; Var I raaly diden zeem ta know, Which way ta steer, ar wur ta go. Zoo on I plodded, wor'd an wary, Var miles apon tha highway drary, Till at a Pub apon tha way, Tired out, I wur abliged ta stay, An there me money zoon did shrink Tha time I'd paid var lodge an drink. Tho var any job me hands wur willin, I vound mezelf wieout a shillin, Zoo I resolved at tha nex town, Com what hood, I'd zettle down. Vull thirty miles it wur quite, Avore I rach'd a town thic night, An then I voun that I'd a com Nearly a underd miles vrim worn. Zoo wen twer light nex marnin I, Ael bout thick town var wirk did try, An nearly gied up in despear, Till I vill in we a gierdener, Who ax'd if I cud dig an plant, As a chap var that he wur in want, 176 Zoo I took tha job, wie out delay, Var dree months, at haaf-a-crown a day. Tha time had nearly slipp'd away, When Measter corn's ta I one day, An zaays, 'young man yer quarter's gone, Bit if ya like ya can stop on, An if var twelve month's you'll agree, Steeds a haf-a-crown, I'll gie ee dree.' ' 0, thank ee, Zur,' I zoon replies, While tears a joy rin'd out me eyes, ' Ya zartinly be very kine, Ta lave ee I hant got no mine.' Bit, ah, vren Joe, I'm vex'd ta zany. It done no good to rise me pay, Var every night wen wirk wur done, To Public house I hoff did run ; Companion topers zoon I vound, Notorious drinkers ael around. Smokin an boozen ever)- night, Wur me whole an zole delight, Till turn out time, then worn did slink. An roll ta bade zoak'd out we drink ; Me wirk I zoon begun ta gleet, An to be zack'd I did cxjicct, Zoo I should, bit tha razon why, Measter got drunk as well as I, An zo at I a cudden sneer, Wen a zeed I wur tha wust var beer. Well, things went on vrim bad ta wuss, Var nuthen I diden keer a cuss; 177 Drinkin an spendin wie ael me might, Euinen me zawl an body quite ; Till dree year agoo, las Crismis Eve, Zumrnat happ'd, thee hardly hoot believe Wich I shaant varget, ah ! never vear. If I da live a underd year. A young chap who I caal'd me chum. Who a drap a drink zoon auver com, Perposed that he an I shid spen Crismis Eve in gwain ta zee a vren, Var a adden zeed un zich a while, An twurden vur, about zix mile ; ' We'll av a hoss an trap,' zays he, ' Zo's we can teak it haiseley.' ' O eece, I'm one wie thee,' zavs I, ' An on my gwain thee med'st rely.' Zo wen ower wirk wur done thic day, Hoff bouath oance went, we sperits ga\ . Well laden wie a drop a prime, Cos, doosen zee, twur Crismis time ; An purty well w T e did carouse, Avore we got to his vren's house, Which wur a Public on tha green, Tha neam on it tha " King an Queen." Bout haite a'clock we did arrive, An tha house wie voke wur ael alive, Var tha Host wur one who did believe, In bein jolly on Crismis Eve ; An zo to keep tha sazon up, Customers wur vited inta zup. 178 An no misteak, grub ther wur plenty, Ta zatisfy tha haight an twenty, Wich wur tha number that zat down, Bezides my chum an I vrim town. An na misteak var a nower quite, Ache oance did ate wie ael his mite, An atter that we did carouse, As cheermain zed var ^ood'th house. Var when tha cloth wur clar'd away, Ache one var his own drink mist pay. Gallons a beer wur zoon brought in, Then bottles a brandy, rum, an gin. An merrily on, tha time did jog, As we zat there and drunk ower grog ; Ache zung his zong, ache crack'd his joke, Tha room wur vill'd we naise and smoke. Then quarts a strong gin hot wur brew'd, Till half the company wur screw'd. Tha drink went down, zom vill asleep, Zom manag'd out tha door ta creep. Like lunatics we ael wur dazed, Zom zilly, zullen, an amazed; When Landlard he out loud did shout, ' Tis twelve a'clock, ya must turn out. Zo good chaps ael, wieout delay, Quietly I trusl ya'll goo awaj .' Well, up I gets ta vind me vriend, Who wur asleep fcha fcother end. ■ Gome Jack,' /.ays I, 'come Btir about, Ti- twelve a'clock, we must turn out.' 179 Wie that I haul'd un to his veet, An got un out into tha street. Wur trap an pony bouth wur ready, An hoff we went not auver steady. Var Jack a zeem'd nawore dade'n alive, Zoo I took hold tha rains ta drive. • Let goo,' zays he, ' diss think I'm tite, Thee mine thee zelf, I be ael rite.' Then wie tha whip, tha pony he Did lash away, a zeem'd ta vlee. ' Var God seak, do pull up,' zays I, ' Thee't drave ess up tha baink bim bye.' Bit no a diden, nar hooden heed, Bit, Jehu like, kept up tha speed. There wur no moon, we had no lamp, Tha road, dark as a dismal swamp. An vore we had got skierce a mile, Me blood wur up an like ta bwile. Var I velt zure that zom mishap, Hood auverteak ess in thic trap, ' Var heav'ns seak do let I drave, If thee to-night our necks oot save' ; Bit, no ; mwore stubborn than a pig, Declared a did enjoy tha jig, An grunted out, in mumblin taak, ' If I like'd I cood get out an waak. Bit, no, I cudden lave me mate, Aloane a draven in thic state An zo I let un av his way, Tho I rue it till thease very day ; 180 Var bout a mile vrim tha town. As a steep hill, we wur rattlin down, Like lightenin, along dash'd we, Tha leetle Pony zeem'd ta vlee ; Bit skiercly we had got haf way, Var his volly, he had dear ta pay : Var ael at once tha Pony stumbled, An out bouth on 'ees quick'wur tumbled. A hair breadth eskeap, I met no harm, Seave a bruis'd nose, an broken yarm ; An to mezelf when I'd a com, I zet ta work ta help me chum. Var there he wur, jist wur a vill, Stretch'd out apon thic road quite still, Wie his veace downurds in tha mud, Ael covered up wie dirt and blood ; Var he'd a pitch'd rice on he's yead, An there a lay like one that's dead. I lissened hard ta hear un breathe, Bit, ah ! his buzzom ceased ta 1 leave ; Eece, gone vur ever, wur his breath, An there a led in the jaaws a death. Ah, .Joe ! \ ;i never can zurmise, My veelins at his glassj eyes, Of thic young man, who zuddentlj Wur hurried to eternitj . It nearly drove I to dc-spcar Ta zee his bleeden body there. 181 Jist picter to yerzelf, vriend Joe, My steat of mind, my bitter woe, Ta be in zich a awful plight, An in tha middle of tha night. Ah ! twur a terriyable warnin, Ta I on thic ar Crismis marnin. -.- ?i" * t '- -.\' Then at tha inquest wich took place, I wur rated zoundly, thee midst gace, Var tha Coroner a diden shrink Ta tell I that it wur droo drink ; ' Young man,' zed he, ' a hinstance zad, Of thease yer drinkin bouts, you've had, Teake my advice, an vrim this day, Never touch that as leads astray.' An vrom tha day a thic mishap, Vren Joe, I've never teast a drap." JOE. " Well, raaly, Tummas, I mist zay, Twur nuff ta vill ee wie dismay, An meak ee shun a drap a drink, When on yer vrens feate you da think; Bit, I raaly cant think, I shid stint Acos a thic there accident. Not ony that, very well ya know, Ther's thousands in thease wordle, Joe, That in moderation avs a drap, An never av ad no mishap. Bezides, diss know, a leetle cup A nice worn brew'd ull cheer ee up, 182 An ael auver zeems ta do ee good When you be in a dullish mood. An a leetle drap a grog thee'st know- Da zet yer woold heart in a glow." TOM. " O eeee, vren Joe, 'tis very true. Of moderate drinkers ther's a vew, Who ne'er av bin tha wuss var drink, Aelthough thay mid bin on tha brink ; Bit this, me vren, ya must confess, If ther's no drink ther's no excess. Var zom, wen wonce thay teast tha stuff, Dwoant nevir know when thay've anuff ; An this ya know var zartin zure, Teetotalers aelways be zecure ; Var if vrom it thay do abstain, Thay cant get drunk, thats purty plain, Bit yer moderate drinker's nevir zure, Bit what zom day it med allure, An he mid teak mwore than he meant, Aelthough it mid be gainst his bent. Ah ! tis a bemptin dangerous snare, An vrom its wiles, vren Joe, teak care." JOB. " That's true what you've a zed, 1 think, Voke cant get (hunk if thay dwoant drink, Bit then, ya zee, lis aayshun aid, A drap a lotion to discard ; Specially when coins on tha cheap, Who ever cood teetotaller keep. 183 Bezides, how nice a nower da pass, Wie a vren in avin a social glass ; Tis very well var voke that's wake, Who offen has a drunken frake, An spens their money at tha Pub, While wife an vamily wants var grub. An bout ael day da idle lurk, A boozen, steeds a doin wirk, Bit then, diss know, I beant like thay, I ony spens vourpence a day." TOM. "Vourpence a day, if that's ael, Joe, Tis two an vower a week, diss know. An if ya reckons var a year, Ta zix pounds it'll com main near, An, doosen think it purty dear. Ta pay out, var a drap a beer ; An wats a got ta show var it, Nuthen at ael, thee must admit. Now if that money thee didst save, A lot a comferts thee cud'st have. Thee zoon cud'st buy a watch an chain, An if tha Landlard did complain, An at thee turn up his rid nose, Com out in a new zuit a clothes, Woold chums at vust thee"t zure ta fend, Bit, thay'll like thee better in tha end, Zoo never mind, a bit their chaff, Tis thee as can avoord ta laff ; Var zunce I turn'd teetotaler, Wich is gettin on var vower year. 184 I've seaved a tidy bit a chink, Wich hood a gone in that ar drink ; Not ony that, zince Measter died, Tha Missus do in I confide, An now I'm manager, ya zee, An tha business carries on var she. Who knows bit what, zom clay, she med, Ax I, if I*m inclined ta wed ; Var, bless thee heart, tha wimmen voke, Zart a lanes to a teetotal bloke." •TOE. " Well, raaly Tummas, I mist own. Zom waity razons you've a shown, Why I shid gie up drinken beer A seave me money, year be year, 1 plainly zee dwoant do much good, An gie it up, got mint I hood." TOM. " Com on then, Joe, meak up thee mine, Com down ta Coffee shop an zine, An fcher we'll ave a jolly fcay, An var it ael thee vren'll pay; I'm zartin zure fchee'1 aeer regret, Hii bless fcha day we bouth ounce met." JOE. " Eece, zo I will, an now yer gooes, l'i zigl] tint pledge, an keep vi'ini boo/.r. Good bye, me drinken vrens, good bye, Shaant wet wie you Qar nother eye. G I bye, woold Landlard of fcha " Bear,' I liam got no mwore caish to spare, Zo dwonl ee tempi me, high aar Low, I till ee atraighl , do mwore var loe." THE COURTSHIP OF MISTER CLAY AN WIDDER RAY. Torn Clay he wur a publican, An no dout, a girt zinner, An he vill in love we Widder Bay, An mead up his mine ta win her. An strainge to zay thase Widder Bay, Vor vive years had we stood, Many attempts ta meak her drow Away her widderhood. Vor wen her lovers poured ther love, A them she took no heed, Bit twold em straite she never hood Drow off her widder's weed. Becaus her leat good man he left Her means anuff vore life, An mead her promise vore he died, Ta be no other's wife. 186 " Vor why," zed he. " becaus ya know, Wen men ther love provess, Vor you me dear they'll ony want, Yer money ta pozess. Zo zingle keep me own dear spouze, Vor you med live in haze, Not ony that if you keep zo, Ya can do as ya plaze." Zo vrim that day thase widder vair, Her lovers kept at bay, Till now her han wur wonce mwore zought, Be ower vren Tom Clay. Tom kep a Inn, tha Lion Rid, V 1 in tli a very street, Wur Widder Kay wur zettled down, Who oft he used ta meet. Tom had a pony chaise which he, Let to tha voke about, An Widder Ray slie oft did hire, An Tom's man drove her out. An often wen his pony chaise, Stood by tha Widdei's door, Tom wished he wnr his man hiszelf, Zo's he his love cud pour. Bil one vine day this Widder Ray, A note fca Tom zent down. Ta /.en at wonce his ponj chaise, Ta teak her inta town. 187 Tom's man was ill in bade thick day. Therefore he cooden go, Zays he, " I hood ablige, a couse, Bit who ta zen dwoant know." " A happy thought," zays he, " at las, I be a lucky elf, Here, sister Ann, you mine tha house, I'll drave her in mezelf." Zo Tom he rigged hiszelf aelout, In his very baste attire, An a choice vlower putt in his cwoat, Var tha Widder to admire. Wieout delay, then Mister Clay, Drove off like won in steat, An zoon tha pony chaise an he, Stood vore tha Widder' s geat. " Good marnin, mam," zays Mister Clay, •' Good morn," zaid Widder Bay, " My hostler, mam, is very ill, Unvit ta drave ta day. An as yer note expressed a wish, Ta goo at once ta town, In order not ta disapoint, I will mezelf drave down." Tha widder wie a pleazin smile, Zaid, " 'Tis very kind of you, 'Tis urgent that I should be there, Zom business I've to do." 188 Then Widder Kay she took her seat, An Tom arranged tha rug, Zo that she med ride ael tha way, Zo cozy like an snug. An off they went ael down tha street, Thase two good voke tagether, An Hinglish like tha zoon begun, A takin bout tha weather. Tom's ears wur charm 'd we her sweet vaice, His heart wie love did glow, Bit ow ta bring tha zubject up, Heem dang if he did know. Tho he ta draain well wur used, In bottled yale or stout, Bit, ah, he voun twur different, To draa a leady out. An vor zom time upon tha road, Tha zilence skierce wur broke, Vor Tom wur studden in his mine, Wen at last tha Widder spoke. " I think this month the sweetest time, Of any in the year, Although it always brings to me, Full many a mournful tear. For in September I remember, My poor dear husban died, And she let a tear drop fall, And gentily she sighed. 189 An tho' 'tis pleasant now to look, On things so green and gay, Fast turning into hues of gold, But soon to fade away. Yes, everything in life so fair, We know one day it must, Like the green leaf, wither away, And turn to clay or dust." Ah ! ah ! thought Tom wein hiszelf , anything I'd gie, If Widder Eay ud turn ta Clay, Ee'ce while alive she be. '• A ee'ce," zed Tom, " tha vallin leaf, No doubt da gie ee pain, Bit tho thay vail an zoon decay, Thay'll zoon bust out again. Ta mwourn vor dear departed things, Is well praphs vor a sazon, Bit ver one's life ta dwell on zich, 1 dwoant think there's much razon. Specially voke skierce in ther prime, Who med a lost those dear, Atter a while shid reckinzile, An brite agean appear." Tom chuckled much wein hiszelf, Wat he hood gie ta know, Tha Widder' s mine, beet still he guessed, W 7 en she answered un, "Just so." 190 'Tis very plain she teaks tha hint Well, that is a beginnin, I zee, I mussen goo ta vast, If her I hood be winnin. No mwore wur zed apon thic head, Var zoon they rach'd tha town. An Tom, avore tha County Bank. Did zet tha Widder down. Then ta tha Plough he quick drove back, Ta zee his woold vren Able, Likewise revesh hiszelf, an putt His pony in tha steable. " Hel-oh, me vren ! " outspoke tha Host, " What brings ee in ta day? Wur't you I zeed drave by jist now, Along wie Widder Ray." " Why ee'ce," zays Tom, " if you must knaa, My hostler's very queer, An zo I wur obliged ya zee, Ta drave tha lead \ here." " Ah! ah! I zee," zed Able out, " A pleazant job, by jove, I dear zay Tom, ya looks on it. As a leabour of pure love. I zays ta Caraline jisi now, Wen we zeed you drave past, 'Why, zurly Tom limn nevir won. Tha Widder's ban ai last.' 191 Now look here Tom, I knaa quite well, Tha Widder you adore, Bit bere in mine she av bin zought, Be nearly half a score. Bit that's no razin why your love She medden entertain, Ael I can zay, I wich ee luck, An hope her han ya'll gain. Bit Widders, Tom, av deep, deep hearts, Vor a man ta undermine, Jist zee ow long it did teak I, Ta win me Caraline. Ver wen I used ta pawer me love, She got za awfully down, An used ta zi an cry " O dear, My poor departed Brown." That zoon wore off, and now she is, Tha happiest wife in town, An nevir a wird da she bring up, Bout her departed Brown. Teak my advice, me trusty vren, If you want Widder Bay, Wi tell her zo out bwold an straite, An not an hour delay. Vor widders, Tom, I dwoant keer how. Hi ar low ther station, In love matters caant abeer, Much equivercation. 192 Zo wen nex you av a chance, Dwoant be dum like a dunce, Bit pluck up courage an begin, Ta pawer it out at wonce. Coose, praphs a fusal on tha spur, Wi very like it may be, Bit Tom, remember that vaint heart, Nevir won vair leady. Zo nevir mine dwoant let that dant, Bit tha attack renew, An I'll lay a guinea in tha en, She'll gie her hand ta you. Zo mine thase night ya'll av a chance, As you drave worn again, Thervore meak up yer mine at wonce, Ax her tha question plain." Then to tha house thase chums repaired, Ta greet good Missus Able, An ther she wur like ael good wives, Layin out tha dinner table. " Well Tom, my bwoy, I wish ee joy, Var as I unnerstan, It is quite true that you at las, Av won tha Widder's ban. I zays to Able, thai 1 did, Jist now wen you went bye; I'm zartin zure it is ael rite Ya bouth did look x;i sliv." 193 " Not heet, my dear," zed Able out, " Tom ant a won hur yet, Bit that he do avore dree months Any money I'll bet." " Zo I shid think," zays she quite blunt, " Vor wat ooman cud wiestan, Zich a hansim man as Tom, If he pressed vor her han. 'Tis true that others vain av tried, Ta urge on her ther views, Bit wat be they compar'd ta Tom. Wi, regular dumpty screws. 'Tis lucky too vor Widder Bay That ael on em she danted, Vor 'tis quite plain tha mwoast on em, Ony her money wanted. Bit Tom we know's too generous, Ta want her vor her money, Aelthough a vortune's well anuff, An makes things a leetle zunny." " Wi, raaly, mam, ya vlatter me," At last zed Mister Clay, " I dwoant think I be worthy o, Half tha good things ya zay. I dwoant wish tha Widder vor her goold. Bit can a man be human, Not to admire above ael else, Zo good an vair a ooman." 194 An thus tha eonverzation run'd, As they ael zat at dinner, Tha Abies' bouth instructin Tom, Ow he med ably win lier. " Wen do ya start ver worn," zays they, Zed Tom, "I skiercely know, Tha leady zed she hood caal yer, Wen she's prepared ta go." " O ! if she do," zays Missus A., " Bit com inzide ower latch, I'm bless'd if, Tom, avore she goes, If I dwoant meak tha match." Zoon atter vour then, at tha door. There stood tha Widder Kay, She rang tha bell, an ax'd tha maid, " Ta goo an tell Tom Clay." Then Missus A. she quick run out, Ta greet tha Widder there, An implored her that she would, Wak in an teak a chair. Now Widder Ray, mud that day, Had ne'er bin to Tha Plough, An nevir a wird to Ddissus A., 1 lad spoken until now. An as they zat together there, Waiien v.-ii- tha ponj chaise, MisSUS Able she I ».-•_;: I 1 1 la pr.ilc. Zo ably Tom's praize, 195 Thus she begun, " wat a nice man, Now is'nt Mister Clay, Zo generous, young, an hansim too, An aelways zeems zo gay. Even gentlemin as corns ta dine, I offen hear em zay, ' Wot a noble, jolly chap, Is that young fellow, Clay.' Yes, an offen in tha hunten vield, He times av bin mistook, By his bearin dignified, Vor zom noble Duke." " Well, certainly," said Widder Ray, " I really must allow, He seems a little different, To what most men are now." Wie that the conversation closed, Ver tha pony chaise came by, An off she went with Mister Clay, \\ hose heart wie hope beat hi. Zaid Widder Ray to Mister Clay, " I would a favour ask, is that you will drive me quick. If not too great a task. A wretched fellow of a man Since I've been in tha town, Has been dogging me about, And following up and down. 196 He tries to press himself on me, I may as well now state, But I the fellow and his love, Most detestably hate." " Indeed," zays Tom, wie much zurprise, " He zurely mam shill zee, If he attempts to voller you, That I his voe will be." Tom urged his steed an on he went, As vast as he cud go, An twold tha Widder that she now. Was clear a her dread voe. Bit guess his roth wen at her geat, Tha very veller stood, Zays Tom, " I'd like to tan his hide, Tid raaly do me good." Tha Widder nearly swoon'd away, Ta zee tha veller stand, Bit Tom jump'd out an to un went, His business to demand. Tha veller wie a hideous scowl Zed, " wat is that to you ? Tha leady is a vren a mine, An I wants a interview. " " 'Tis valse," zays Tom, " now look thee here, if thee dwoanl goo away, I'll tan thy hide true's I'm alive, Ar my oearrj beant Tom Clay." 197 " Be hoff," zays he, " an neer let I. Zet eyes on thee again, Zure my neams Clay, thee rue tha day, I dwoant promise, mine, in vain." Tha veller turn'd and left tha pleace, His fream ael auver shook, An as a went, he glanced at Tom, A mwoast unearthly look. Then Mister Clay sought Widder Ray, Who in tha house had vied, " Madam," says he, " I raaly think, That veller's lost his yead." Zays he, " zim mischief he med do, A courze, I'm no director, Bit raaly mam I gins ta think, You require a protector. Ta nite he med be here agean, An his strange vrake begin, If you'll accept my aid tis yours, Wen I've putt the pony in." " 'Tis very kind of you," said she. " For I really dread tha man, And as you say, he really may, Another visit plan." 198 That nite at haight before tha geat, Stood Mister Thomas Clay, An as he hoped, zoon voun hiszelf, Aloane wie Widder Eay. " Good evenin, mam, you zee I am, Com up as you requested, An much I trust, that crazy chap, Has not again molested." " Not he," said she, '■ for much I think, Your presence frightened him, I trust 'tis so, and hope twill cure, His very silly whim." " Ah ! madam dear," zaid Mister Clay, " 'Tis a curious thing, by jove, Wat power a ooman has on man, Wen he's desperately in love. Ee'ce anything, nay everything, Mwoast ziuvh he'll do, Wen he got love, hearl burniri love, Zuch as I gol vror you." " 0, Mister Claj ," said Widder Kay, '• What are you saj ing now '.' Eteall) Sii - , such importunateness, I never can allow." •• Madam ' zud Tom, " jist List a while, Wile 1 ta you da spake, Ver I declare, and it need be swarej Mine is no zillj frake. 199 I love you mam, ee'ce mam I do, Mwore than ael on this earth, Tho I adore, let me implore, Dwoant think it of small worth. Ya av my heart, gie I yer han, An dwoant ee say me nay, Ver if ya do, zoon, zoon ull toll Tha bell ver poor Tom Clay." Bit while poor Tom apon his knees, His ardent love did pour, He jump'd uprite, wie sheer avrite Be a loud rap at tha door. An Widder Eay she swoon'd away, An cried, " 'tis he! 'tis he! " An Tom a swore, " if twur tha bore, His death he zure hood be." Then to tha door he rush'd wie speed, Demandin who was there, " It's I ! it's I ! zed a crazy vaice, " Com ta zee me leady vair." " Hang me," zays Tom, and zo it be, By thic squeamish beller," An quick a opened wide tha door, An gaz'd apon tha veller. " Now look thee here," outspoke Tom Clay, " Thee hast bin yer avore," Then straite his back begun to whack, Wile mainly he did roar. 200 " A purty lout ta dog about, Another good man's wife, Com swear to I, thee't let her he, If thee hoost av thee life." " Marcy," cried he " marcy var I," He piteously did whine, "Ver I daclare I diden knaa, Tha leady she wur thine. Ee'ce, ee'ce, I'll promise anything, If thou hoot let me go, Ver now she's thine, I'll drown mezelf, In tha pond that's down below." Tom loosened un an hoff a went, As vast as he cud limp, Zays Tom, " I think that medicine, U'll cure tha crazy imp." Poor Widder Hay zat as won dade, Tha shock did so avrite her, Bit when Tom Clay com back agean, She got a leetle briter. Zays Tom, " I bhink that veller ne'er U'll visit yer again, Var tha tannen be've a ad ta nite, Wunt be received in vain." " An now dear mam," zays Tom once mwore, " Now that the coast is clear, O mod I hope won day ta av, That wat I prize Ba dear." 201 Tha Widder she hung down her head, Then heavily she sighed, " Mister Clay I must say nay, Vor when my husdand died, — He wished me to keep single, yes, As long as I did live, Therefore, you see, it cannot be, My hand I dare not give." " Missus Kay," said Mister Clay, " Long years, it be now vive, Zince your good usbin, Mister Kay. Was here on earth alive. An you av wore those widder's weeds, Ael droo that dreary time, And zay you must until tha las An you not in yer prime. Missus Ray, now will it pray, Do your leat usbin good, If you yer days mane to live out, Ael in dull widderhood. Your veelins much I do admire, Ver shows I very clearly, That yer late usbin in his day, Ya loved mwoast zincerely. Then if yer wedded lives wur bliss. Tha time ya liv'd tagether, Zay, madam zay, mite we not av, Zim mwore zich blissvull weather. 202 You've zed ya do respect me, mam, Mwore then ael men bezide, Then wi, mam, wi, shid you refuse, Ta become agean a bride. I swear be ael that's good and true, If you will bit conzent, I never will gie you a caws, Ta zay ya did repent." " Mister Clay," zaid "Widder Ea\ . While tears her eyes did vill, " Such love sincere, to me seems dear, And so I think I will ! But this I say, dear Mister Clay. If you are to be mine, It's on condition that you will, Give up tha Public line." •• Me love,*' zays Tom, " now you zays ee'ce, Anything ya med deman, Ya knaw it's true, anything I'll do, Ta win yer heart an ban." zwiri bliss, a nower like this," Zaul Mister Thomas Clay, As he quite vree did press tha ban Of tha biixuin Widder Raj . • Wen shill it be, me love," zed he, " That happy, happy da) . That day, I mean, me lovely queen, Wen you'll be Missus Clay'.'" 203 She took Tom's han, an as tha clock, Tha hour a twelve did strike, "My dear," zaid she, " I leave you vree, Ta fix it when you like." Tom Clay that nite, wie heart za lite, Lay on his downy bed, Bit ver sweet joy about his love. Ael sleep away had vied. An on tha mam wie zister Ann, He taked tha matter auver, Zays he, " ya zee ya now be vree Ta marry Harry Mauver. Tha business now I shill gie you, Ver we've no lack a wealth, Nothun ta dant, ael we da want, Is long life an good health." An then Tom Clay wieout delay, Tha happy day did vix, An on that day there went away, A pearty countin zix. Twur zister Ann an her young man, Tom Clay an Widder Eay, An bouath tha Abies vrim tha Plough, Ta gie tha bride away. An by tha train they went ta town, An to a zartin square. Wur Mister Clay soon mead a bride Of tha buxom Widder vair. 204 An at a tip top gran hotel, Thay ael zat down ta table, An purty well tha jokes went on, Tween Mister and Missus Able. An zoon came noon an hoff thev went, Tha usbin an his bride, Ta spen tha happy honeymoon, At Brighton's vaim'd zay zide. And there they lived like turtle doves, Enjoyin every pleasure, An Tom declared, " his bride she wur, A raaly parfict treasure." Bit O ! won nite, his much ador'd, As in her bade she lay, Had a strange drame in wich she thoughl She zeed her leat spouze " Ray." " O Missus Clay ! wonce Missus Raj ! I caant raste in me bed, Till I've a had a wild we you,' An this is what he zed.— " Ya promised I avore \ died, That you ud zingle keep, Bit ah ! I vind ya've chang'd yer mind, An now in wedlock sleep. Missus Clay! Missus Clay! Althougb it be no crime, 1 didcu think ya'd turn ta Clay Za Long avore yer time. 205 I beant com now ta blow ee up Vor you wer kine to I, Bit do zeem very ard ta zee, Another man there lie. Then malice I wont bear ta you, Wen underneath my lid, I ony hope your new spouze will, Adore ee as I did. Varewell, varewell, I mist away, Inta my cell za deep, Think not of me, vor now you'm vree An zo can goo to sleep." Now Missus Clay a this strange drame, Did not let out a wird, Becaws ya know Clay ud veel it zo, An think it quite absurd. Zo wen tha honeymoon wur up, Ver worn thay did repair, An ael tha village voke turn'd out, Ta welcome thic ar pair. " Hurray ! Hurray ! ver Mister Clay, An hurray ver his bride ! " Zed leetle bwoys wie ael thur naise, As they ran by ther zide. An Tom nex day gied ael a trate, A good roast beef and beer, An long and loud tha village voke, Tom an his bride did cheer. 206 MORAL. Now wealthy usbins wen ya laves, A young buxom wife behine, Dwont bind her down we any vows, Bit let her plaize her mine. Ver as ya zees, thase Widder Ray, Refused ael lovers strong, An did zay " nay," ta ael a they, Till tha right un com'd along. THA BIG WHEEL. Hast bin ta Lunnen leatly, Bill ? If not : begar do goo ; Tha vinest zite in ael tha wordle, Up there, thay've got on view. Out at a place caal'd Earls Cwort, Jist handy to tha stayshun, Thay av vix'd up a girt high Wheel, Tha biggest in crayashun. Za much taak there wur ael about, Thease wunnervul Girt Wheel ; Ta goo an zee un swingin there, Main hager I did veel. 208 Zoo Whitzimtide, my Zue an 1 Jist went up var tha day, An to thic Exhibition gran, At wonce we took ower way. " Lar, massy on ess " ! she did bawl, 'When thic Wheel come in zite ; " However did em get un up Zich a terryable hite " ? An when we draa'd up cloaser like, Main dizzy mead ess veel ; We open mouths, a gapin at Thic ar girt mity Wheel. Var zich a Wheel wur never zeed In Lunnen's girt big town'd ; Var twenty miles voke can zee He's shiny rim goo round. Dree under'd veet tha hite ow'n be, Zix veet tha exle droo ; "We vorty girt vine carridges Hung on, to get into. Nine under'd ton fcha waighl ow'n be, Ael mead a iren an steel; An vix'd za strong, tha roughesl wind Caant meak'n sheak aar reel. Two haight boss pow'r steam engines, Dmves cbains to meak'n swing; \n ioun a gooes quite aisj like, An steedy ;ls anything. 209 We crowds a voke zit in tha cars, A hollien an a zingin, Lore, tis a zite ta look at em In mid hayer a swingin. " Shills av a ride," zays Zue to I ? " O eece me dear, I'm willin " ; Zoo out I draas me puss an paid, Var ache on ess a shillin. We vollies on behine tha crowd How they did drunge an squeeze, Ta get into tha swingin cars Twur like a swarm a bees. Bim bye a empty one com roun, An into un we shot, An on a nice vice aisy sate My Zue and I zoon quot. Then very zoon a bell did ring, An roun did goo tha Wheel ; Lore, how tha men an bwoys did shout, Tha women shriek an squeal. Var proper vunny mead ess ael, As we zat in thic car, Ta vind owerzelves a lavin earth, An mountin up za var. A larkish chap, zit nex ta we, Zed, when we rach'd tha top, P'raphs up there, ael tha atternoon, We med av var ta stop. 210 An when a zed, a week agoo, Tha Wheel a did get stuck, Zue trimbled mwoast, vrini yead ta voot, We terror she wur struck. Begar, I thought she'd vaulted off She wur za vull a vright, An vore we'd ardly get haaf way Her veace wur dadely white. T'wur lucky that I had a got A leetle drap a brandy, Ye nevir knows, whats gwain ta hap, Da aelways conic in handy. Zoo I draas out tha leetle vlask. An put un to her lips ; An lore how zoon it brought her to, Atter two harty zips. I puis i lie yarm aroun her weast, Ta hold her nice an tight ; Zoo's when we nich'd tha top she slmd'n Goo oil' in sterricks quite. Tha voke as wur inzide tha car, Steer'd mainly ;it we two, It /.art a tickel'd ''in t;i zee, I \' drum an fife 215 An boomiu cannins wur let off Avore tha clock het vive, Be zix, begar, mwoast every street, Like bees, wur ael alive. A decoratin up their house Wie vlaigs an vlowers gay, An zome long wreaths did stretch across Eight auver tha roadway. Devices gran, an motters vine, Met ee in every quarter ; An here an there wur painted up, Zuccess ta ower New Charter. An nayshin purty ael did look Be mid-day, I assure ee, Wich wur tha time vix'd ta begin, Thease glad vestivity. Then Marshall Carse, on his white hoss, Like a Ginril at review, Wur riden here, an riden there, TeH'un voke wur ta goo. Var a gran percession wur ta be Of ael tha clubs in town, Ta march in raink, ael droo hache street, Like men a girt renown. Precisely at tha hour vixed, Tha ban begun ta play ; Var ael wur in good order now, An vit ta march away. 216 In vront a banner ther wur car'd, On wich wur painted new. Tha neames a Kings who Charters gied, Haight under'd year agoo. Vrim Hin tha vust to Victorier, Twelve Charters you cud zee, At different times, be Eoyal Yoke, Had bin granted ta we. Ael on em mwoast, in pervect steat, In Town Hall as ya know, An ony two mwore plazin can, Zich hankshint Charters show. Then com tha Wilton band a brass, A blowin long an loud, An well, poor chaps, thay kep it up, Wie martini ardour proud. Then com tha Wavers' hankshint club, Tha wooldest of tha lot ; An nex, tha Good Zamaritans, Who had a donkey got. An on un " Gargj Bindun " zat, Look'un as proud's a king, 'Till tha Neddy lifted ap behind, An Gargy off did vling. Up went a jolly hearty laff Vrim thic ar merry crowd. To zee thic zacc\ ln-tlc moke I dethrone a king za proud. 217 Bit Gargy diden zeem ta keer, Jist gied his pants a rub, Then did remount, an off a went, Ta lead tha Donkey club. Tha Wilton branch a tha Willsheer club, Nex in percession keam, An " Janny Passens " weav'd tha vlaig A Estcourt's noble feam. Oddfellers nex, wie zaish an star, Vine banner too, unfurld, Ta represent tha biggest club There is in ael tha wordle. An then tha merry Voresters In Bobbin Hood attire, Wie leetle Jan, an Scarlet Will, An woold Tuck, tha Vriar. An then tha two girt Vire Brigades, Wie engines in good trim, An poor woold " Zam," wie Waater cart, Looken za laink an slim. An ael tha Schools brought up tha rare, Led wie tha fife an drum, An long an loud tha young uns cheer'd. Till nearly auvercome. Wen ael wur jist a gwain ta start, Tha Mayor did appear, An wen tha voke kotch zite a he, Thay zet up zich a cheer. 218 Var as a stood be Town Hall Dooer, Ta wish ess ael good-bye. It raaly wur a feelin zite, An mead me heave a zigh. Var, a hankshint Institutions, I Aelwys av girt respect, An wen thay be abolished, Me heart da raaly feet. Bit as thease wordle jogs along, Minopliees mist be broke, An laas, they mist be alter'd zo's Ta zuit tha wirkin voke. Zoo wen \ve*d wish'd tha Mayor good-bye, An cheer'd un long an loud, Off went thease girt percession gran, Jist like a hanny proud. Droo every street thay took ther way, Bans playin, an bells ringin, An yoke a shoutin longan loud. An bwoys an maidens zingin. An wen tha town wur done, ael march'd Ta reakcreashin ground, An there varm'cl up in a girt ring, Twin- a zite ta look around. An atter we had gied dree cheer- Var Queen, an Oarperation, We ael broke up var ta, parteak I )! ;i nice girt colleration. 219 An in a girt lang tent cloas bye, Tha nunckeon wur laid out, Girt jints a beef, an piles a brade, An barrels a yale, an stout. At two a' clock, wick wur tka time Var kaaf tka voke ta veed, In tkay did come, vive under'd strong, Zick a zite ya never zeed. Ta zee em tkere za jolly like, Hacke one be ckeervul veace, Stan auverigkt tker well-vill'd plate, An keartily zing tker grace. An tken ta zee tka knives an varks, Za merrily at wirk, I'm dang if tkere wur one on em, Wko did tkic ar job skirk. Had you bin tkere I'm zure yer keart, Muck sympatky kood veel, Ta zee ower toilen leabern voke, Enjoyin tkic ar meal. I ony wisk I wur a king, An kad tkings me own way, I'm drat if poor voke skudden kave Zick a tuck out every day. Zoo atter tkease kad kad tker vill— Wick diden teak em long — In come tka totker kaaf, an tkey Wur quite vive under'd strong. 220 An like tha totherem, thay had As much as thay cood ate, An no niisteak thay jay'd it much, Ta zee ther empty plate. Zoo wen tha big uns had ael done, Wich wui' he vower a'clock, Underd's a childern roun tha tent, Mwoast hagerly did vlock. Var a good lay thay wur ta av, Brade, butter, an plum keak, An heartily tha young uns too, Of ael o't did parteak. Dozens of willin helpers kind, Did wait upon em there, Zo's hache on em, bouth big an small, Shid av ther proper sheare. Zoo wen tha veedin wur ael done. An voke well primed we-in ; Ta reakerea bin groun thay gooes, Tha spourts va ta begin. An here tha voke wur thick as hops : Tha zene jist like a \air ; Ael zarts a pastimes wur gwain on, An musements everj where. A Punch an -I udy show ther wur, Wich plazed tha young uns mainlj ; - wiiold uns too zrcinM 1 ickled much, 1 1 I mist tell ee plainly. 221 Eacen var bwoys, an maidens too, Jumpin in girt zack baigs, An battledore an shuttlecark, An racen we dree laigs. An tben corn on a tug a war, Across tha Wiley river, An lore ! tha ziternent that it caas'd, Did make tha people quiver. Haight Oddfellers, haight Voresters, Girt chaps, lusty an strong, Stood on hache baink a holden tight, A rope za thick an long. An atter thay had midger'd out Hache zide ther proper laingth, At bugle zound thay did let in, An pull wie ael ther straingth. Bit skierce two minutes had gone by, Tha rope begun ta bivver, An Voresters, head auver heels, Went vloundern in tha river. Tha people roared wie laffin then, Ta zee em tumble in, Var thay girt stups, steeds lettin goo, Got wet droo ta tha skin. As long's I live I shaan't varget, Thic ar girt tug a war, Var I back'd up tha Voresters, An drippence lost, begar. 222 Then ael at wonce a bell did ring, An eyes wur turned ta zee ; A conzart now wur ta begin A Nigger minstrelsy. Ten wooly-headed chaps ther wur, Wie feacin black as ink, Wie eyes za rid an mouth za wide, Vrim Mericky I think. An on a girt high hooden steage, Bout vive veet vrim tha groun, Thay took ther sates, an then tha voke Be underd's vlock'd aroun. Ael zarts a insterments thay'd got, Bezides a gran pianner. A awverture, thay zoon het up, Begar, twur woth a tanner. An thay did play, an dance, an zing, Hache one a leetle ditty, While Bounes an Tamberine did crack Ther vunnv jokes za witty. Ta zee tha keapers zom o'm cut As up ther thay did /it, It raaly tickled zo bha voke Zom o'm win' like ta split. Bonnes znng a zong, an twur about Tha grantin o' tha Charter, Wich mainly did amuse tha voke < Sheers com vrim every quarter. 223 Zoo, wen tha Niggers had a done Ther entertainment droll, A rush wur mead across tha groun Tawards tha Graey pole. An ther a chap caal'd " Jumbeler," His jacket did unbutton ; Var he wur gwain ta clim tha pole, Ta get a laig a mutton. Zoo up a got, we pluck za fess, Ta try an rache tha top, Bit vore a had got many veet, Down he come, zich a vlop. Undaanted, up agean he gooes, Wie zich determined veace, Bit zoon wur bliged ta gie it up, A wur dab'd zo we greace. A chap neam'd Vincent then come up, An took tha job in hand, An well his clothes a' auver rub'd, Wie zawdust an we zand. An var a nower nearly, he Did try we ael his might, Ta rache thic laig, a hangen there, Bit cooden do it quite. At las ! be persyverance hard, An pluck an courage bwold, Begar, a got up high enough Tha end on en ta hold. 224 Tha crowd thay cheer'd an cried hold hard, Wich zeem'd ta gie un pow'r, Then we his knife a cut zom string An loos'd a baig o vlow'r. Zoon, like a millard down a come, His yead an veace ael white, An roun his wrist, hetch'd on we string He'd got tha laig za tight. An zich a cheer, tha people gied, Won thay zeed he'd a got un, An party quick a scarper'd off We thic girt laig a mutton. Zoo now twur gettin on ta dark An lurainations grand, A gas, an Chinese lanterns War lit on every hand. An virewirks, we hissin naise, Girt rockets, zich a hite, An wheels, an squibs, an crackers loud, Tha voke twur miff ta vrite. An vire baloons, za big an roun, War lil up in t h;i skj , Aii like b spec amang tha clouda Wur zoom lost ta tieak'd ej e. An atter thease gran virewirks, Tlia hand begun ta play ; An woold an young, an girt an small, Begun ta dance away. 225 An zich a taingled mass a voke, A bobbin here an ther, Beat everything I ever zeed, At Whitzuntide ar Vair. Var everybiddy I cood zee, On pleasure wur intent ; Ta zee how thay did romp about, In jayous merriment. An vast an vurious did goo on, Thease merry lively zene, Till ten on em tha clock het out, Then ael zung out, the Queen. An loud an hearty cheers wur gied, Var tha woold Carperation ; Likewise var tha Committee who Got up tha jollification. An var tha house a Pemberook Dree cheers wur gied bezide, Caas var tha people's good we knaa Ther hearts be open wide. Thus closed thease memerable day, Tha girt big Zelebration ; On tha grantin of a Charter var A lected Carperation. 226 May thease Charter be var ower weal, It's power lets rightly use ; An show tha wordle thease privileges We never will abuse. May heav'n bless, an prasper ael, In thease yer Hankshint Town, Zoo like our vore fiathers, " it's neam,' Untarnish'd, we'll hand down. llin ^_4 GMMFER'S CEISMIS. Eece ! Crismis in me gramfer's time, Wur a proper zart a randy, Var he invited ael tha voke As liv'd aroun un, handy. Uncles, an aunts, an cuzzens too, Nevvys an nieces vair, A did invite em every one Ta teast his Crismis vare. Twur ael tha taak var many a day. Wur gramfer's Crismis pearty : Amang the people who went up, Ta greet the woold man hearty. Var ael wur equal in his eyes When zated at his bouard, An narn o'm never hood er slight. Tho much, thay cooden avoord. 228 A proper good woold zart wur he, An lov'd be rich an poor, I warn, nar ungry man eer went, Away vrim gramfer's door. On Crismis Eve, tha woold varm house Wur trimmed up high an low, Wie evergreens an hollies bright, An boughs a mizzletoe. An vrim tha kitchen, ael the things Wur clared out var a ball ; An ony cheers an stools wur left, Var sates aroun tha wall. A blazin vire wur mead up, Apon tha kitchen dogs ; An gramfer's varm men did bring in, Tha girt big Crismis logs. At haight a clock tha Mummers come, Ten a tha village chaps -id up as zowljers, bright an gay, We gill tall p< rap-;. An hooden zwoords mwoast ad a got: ( >ne we a blunderbuss ; An Piather Crismis < staff: Man -lack, I lia money puss. An thay did act a girt long piece, An a bai i Le tend ta vite ; An run hache other droo bha hearts, Wich mead the maid-, i iii-ii white. 229 Bit tha chap as acted doctor, Zoon rais'd em vrim the ground, An quick, we a drap a brandy, Very zoon did bring em round. An atter every man o'm there, Had bin wounded in tha vray ; Thay ael begun ta zing za nice, Tha ditties a tha day. Then Fiather Crismis mead a spache, A wishen ael good cheer ; Likewise a merry Crismis tide, An happy bright new year. An atter that, thay ate an drunk, As much as thay wur willin ; Then out comes grammer, an she gies Ta every man a shillin. An leetle Jack we's money baig, Went roun tha company ; An lots a pennies wur drow'd in, Var's own zelf, dwoant ee zee. At midnight then did come tha Waits, Ower village music pearty ; An thay het up ther praizes sweet, A Crismis carols hearty. Two viddles, an a double bease, Two brassen things ta blow ; We maids ta zing the havre higb, An men ta zing down low. 230 An thay did play an zing za sweet, Bound grarnfer's kitchen vire ; While gram me r quarts a gin hot brew'd, A wich thay diden tire. Zides that, a goolden guinea bright, Woold gramfer ne'er vargot. Ta gie ta em, avore they went, Ta sheare amang thalot. On Crismis mam. then down ta chireh, Tha varm house pearty went, Ta thank God var thease blessed day, Tha heavenly Beabe wur zent. An lore ! ta hear tha zingin bright, Girt tears a joy did bring, Down grarnfer's an down grammer's cheeks, Praizen tha New born King. Var thay wur times, when good chireh voke, Ther praises zung tagether ; Tha choir wur bit ta lead em on, Xoo zarplices ta /.ever. Ah eece, fchame zounds I haul vargot, Still In in. da i in;_'. Tliic well know'd tune, "While Shepperds Watch" An ■• Hark the Angels zing." Then ael tha company atter chireh, did repair ; it down in hi i.cious hall, An bis < 'rismis vote. 231 Varty ar fifty voke there wur, Countin tha young an woold ; A twur a zite, thic vestive bouard, Var a body to behold. Var at tha top, a piece a beef Bout vive an thirty poun ; Zides haras an two girt turkeys vat, Done up za nice an brown. An vlow'ry teaties beak'd an bwil'd, Pasmets an carrits too ; Cabbidge an smaish'd per turmets white, In piles ther wur ta view. Figgetty poodens roun an plump, As bigs a waishen pot ; Mince pies an tearts a every zart, Lore ! wurden there a lot. An yale an zider, in quart mugs, Wur putted here an there. Var hache ta help therzelves wen dry, An waish down the wholzum vare. An lore ! ta zee how hearty like, Hache let in we his might, Ta tackle gramfer's Crismis cheer, Var mworn a nower quite. Wen everyone had had ther vill, Tha cloth wur clar'd away, An roun ael zat be vire za bright, Za happy like au gay. 232 Then out comes grammer's worn mead wine, Sparklin, an bright's a cherry ; Wich in harnen cups wur handed roun : Rare stuff ta meak ee merry. An trays a nice ripe oranges, We apples russet brown ; An hazzel nuts an walnuts too, Wich last vail wur shook down. An gramfer he drunk'd ael ower healths, A wur glad ta zee ess there, An hoped a shood as long as heav'n His life wur plaz'd ta spare. An then tha men voke every one, We feazin rid an happy, Went out in kitchen var ta av A leetle bit a baccy. We young uns, an tha coortin voke, Went out t;i av ;i run, In archit ar in gramfer's vields, Var a leetle bit a vun. An if twur vrostj weather, we, Down pond did meak a slide ; An jine han's on tha glassen vloor, An nice along did glide. Ar if tha snow wur bhicon groun, We ael ■/.'■{ up snow ballin ; An twur v.irc villi ta hear feha maids, ■ii an a squallen. 233 An wen twur dark, back to tha varm, We purty zoon did hie ; Ta tittyvate ourzelves a bit, Var tha girt ball bime by. At haight a clock tha dance begun, Out in tha kitchen wide ; Tha musickers, they wur perch'd up, On a teable tother zide. There wur viddler Joe, an carnet Jack, An Steve wie his pum, pum, An Zammy we tha double bease, An Jim ta beat tha drum. Vull twenty couple did stan up, In tha vust country dance ; Led off be gramfer an his deam, Lore ! how we ael did prance. Vull haaf a nower we kep on, Gwain up an down the middle, Till nearly ael tha ban gied out, Cept Joe, wie leaden viddle. Bit he kep on a screapen zo, Till ower laigs begun ta yeak ; An grammer then she did baal out, " Do'ee stop var goodness seak." Then gramfer he did zing a zong, Bout days, A woold lang syne ; An in chorus, everybiddy there, Mwoast heartily did jine. 234 An grammer, too, we wirk'd her up, Ta zing a leetle ditty ; An var a lass a zeventy two, Her voice wur strong an purty. A geam a varvits then we had, Ael zit down in a row ; An they as lost had to be kiss'd, Under tha mizzletoe. Zoo, we dancin an wie zingin too, Away tha hours did vlee, An wen twin twelve, tha ban struck up, Eoger de Coverley. An hache pair danc'd ael down tha line Wie feazin ael aglow, Tha young men kiss'd their pierdeners Under tha mizzletoe. Tha woold uns too, then vollied zuit An kiss'd ache other too, Thay wurden gwain ta be done out A what thay used ta do. Var gramfer kiss'd tha maidens sweet, An grammer kiss'd tha bwoys, Lar, what a fectin zite it wur Amang tha vim an naisi . At one a clock, tha ban begun Ta play " God seave tha Ki: An lift\ voices purty zo* Mead thic woold roof tn 235 Then com varewells, an sheakin hans, Tho ael wur louth ta peart ; An as thay went thay loud did cheer, Gramfer, we ael their heart. An thus did gramfer every year, Ax vrens ta dine an zup ; An med I live ta do the zeam, An keep woold Crismis up. WOOLD TROTTER'S ZAAYINS, HIS LIKES ANT) DISLIKES. If there's one thing, meaks I bwile ta zee, Tis voke vull a necessity, Apein tha arrystocrazy. I caant abeare a man who shams, Nar neet he, who is full a crams, Nar curs, as tries ta look like lams. Nar he wie zich a modest veace, As thinks ael pleasures out a pleace, An zaays they'll bring on ee disgreace. Who zits on Zundys in his pew, An scarnvully da look at you, Cos ya beant of tha chosen ve\v. Who groans an meaks a girt long prayer, At metin house when he is thayre, An praphs nex marnen, cuss an sware. I do detess a meak believe, A slyly grinnin in his sleeve, An scripter quote while he da thieve. Who, praphs, if he da keep a shop, Tha Bcales vrim -wain down he'll stop, An on his wares a varden pop. Ar if he be a deairj man, Ull skim new milk as aid's a can, An water well tha milkin pan. 237 Nar he as gooes a deal ta meak, And vind tha ziller rather weak, Then meak'n half tha vallie teak. I caant abeare tha man who chates. An under counter keeps shart waites, Nar he, as things adulterates. Begar, I'd like ta tan tha skin, Of he who teakes tha people in, Ta I, ther yeant a bigger zin. I likes a man, honest and true, Who thease yer life, ull battle droo, An help a down-trod brother too. Tis nice to zee a poor man rise, If varmer vrens a dwoant dispise, Nar car is yead up in tha skies. Var raaly painvul tis a zee, A poor man who's got up tha tree, Look down on voke disdainvully. Who keeps his pockets tightly shut, Geanst poor relayshins who he'll cut, An pass em by wie lordly strut. Tis nuff ta vill ee wie dismay, Ta meet zich fellers any day, Plaig on zich stuck ups, I day zay. Var zich like pride I vairly hates, Me temper much it hirritates, Ta zee zich empty headed pates. 238 Nar da I like ta zee a chap, Spendin hache evenin at tha tap, In skiddlein ar penny nap. I caant abide tha irnperdence, A hobbledehoys as got no sense, Who gies ee naat bit inzerlence. Ta zee em strut, ael cuffs an collar, Who's pockets, praphs, dwoant hold a dollar, An var clothes' 11 keep ther bellies holler. Ta zee em rig'd out every night, In tha newest vayshin quite, Poor Tailers, they look on we spite. Zich mity swells, zom on em be, In kid gloves and vlash jewelry, Hap'ny zegars a puflin vree. A i vlertin we zom vorred lass, Who like his zelf is vull a brass, An thus his evemins he da pass. Yong maids beware a zich a chap, If zich, on you his eyes da clap, Pen on it, lie beant woth a rap. Zoo ael o'ee lissen to woold Trotter, Let truth, and justice, be yer motter, An beav'n convouml tha evil plotter. KOBEBD AX STEAYEN : A MUSICAL CONFLAB ATWEEN TWO VABMERS. STEAVEN. " Good evernin, Eoberd, ow de do ? " BOBERD. " Tarblish, Steaven, an ow be you ? ' STEAVEN. " Why, purty well in health, I thank'ee, Bit trouble's nuff ta drave me cranky. What wie tha bad times we've a got, An every thing a gwain ta pot, We wife an daaters ael tha day, Dooin nuthen bit pianner play, Goo we ael, shall, to tha bad, Var ael on em be music mad." 240 ROBERD. " Well, raaly, Steaven, I'm main zorry, Bit man alive, dwoant let that worry, Var I'm a music man yaknow, An 'tis tha girtest jay below, Me zon an daaters too, da play, An avs a practis every day. Bit coose, we dwoant ower duties shirk, Var music, till we've finished work." STEAVEN. " Ah, Eoberd, tis very well var you Ta taak a this jist as ya do, Bit nam a mine wunt do no wirk, Thay'd zooner ael day idle lurk ; An tha plaain truth, I need'n smother, Thame couraged in it be ther mother. Here, every main when I've bin round Tha varm, ta zee tha men on ground, When i" me breakvist I comes in, Ther's thic pianner's naisy din, Thumpin away wie ael ther might, Vust thing in marn, till last at night; An then if jist a wird I zaj . Tis a new piece thay goi ta pla) . Var zom conzarl ar a penny radin, That is ilia cu e thame aelwys pladin. What good be zich vbj varmers' wives, ( )ny ta tarii'i nt out tiler lives. 241 Why, nam can cook a laig a mutton, Neet on a garment, zow a button; An as var waishen out a shirt, Tha thoughts on't do their veelins hurt, An tell ee, that ther hans wurnt made Var zich like wirk as do degrade. Plaig on zich empty pride I zaay, Thay'll zurely rue var it zom day. Ther's thay strappen wenches Nan and Meary, Who I da keep ta wirk tha deairy. Turns in an dooes tha household work, Wich wife an daaters ael da shirk, An dwoant think it nar bit disgreace, Aelthough ta do it, beant ther pleace ; An coose, they mist av extry pay, Var clanen an cooken every day ; Wirk which me own voke ought ta do, Steeds pianner bangin ael day droo. I tell ee, Roberd, tis too bad, An very near da drave I mad ; This music is a cussed plaig, An ta poverty ael oance till draig." KOBEED. " Well, Steaven, tis a trial zore, An much yer troubles I deplore ; Bit teant tha vaat a music quite, Ya zee, ya diden manidge right. Now lissen, var a minue ar zo, Tha truth on it I zoon ull show ; 242 Var nabiddy in thease countery, Is vonder a music than I be, An many a nower when a bwoy, Larnin tha viddle I'd employ ; Var as ya knaa I'm a tarblish han, An music well da unnerstan. Zoo when I look'd out var a wife, Ta be me help-mate ael droo life, Tha matter I did well look droo, An chus'd one as lik'd music too ; An zoo I zaays, look here, me dear, Music, like you, I loves zincere, Bit mind, we mussen duties shirk, Nar play, when to be done, ther's wirk ; An coose, we bouth da gree tagether, An our wedded lives bin lovely weather, Var wen ower wirk is done hache day, Tagether, wife an I da play ; Ar if dull moments snood zet in, Out comes pianner an violin, An atter haaf a nower's play, Our dullness is ael drove away. Tis wunnervul how music soothes, An cure ee if ya got tha blues ; li makes yer woold heart Leap an curdle, I [ood'n gie il up, yar ael fcha wordle. Then ther' - me daaters, an me zon, Da zing, an play, when work is done. er i liink, tint ies fca shirk Var music, vore bhay'd done ther wirk. 243 An then on Zundys atter Chirch, If droo thay country you da zearch, Ya hooden vind a vamily, That's happier than owers be ; Praizen Heav'n var thease blessed day, In hymns, an anthems we da play. Eece, ower house on Zundys, Steaven, We tries ta meak a leetle Heaven ; Var as ya knaa tha scripter zaays, In our vuter worn, till be ael praise." Zoo I'd advise hache man an wife If children bless ther married life, Ta let em larn zom insterment, If thay da wish, an tis ther bent, In years ta come till cheer ther life, An thay'll better beare thease wordle's strife ; Var pen on it, music is zent, Ta meak ess happy an content, Help vit ess var chic worn on high, Wur, as I zed, all's harminy." '<&&. (;()()]) VlilDY LAS. Good Vridy las, as ever wur, I wander'd to tha hood ; Tha joyous spring birds var ta hear, An sniff tha air za good. Droo Ugvird vale, I took me way, An out in broad Ox drove, Wur many times when young an gay, I rambled wie me love. Athirt tha cloas cropt'd down I went, An zat down be tha pond ; A blissvul Mower there I spent, < ..:, in mm t bings za vond. Woold Vriars Pake; there on me lift, 1 ii \ ront, tha thviny (low n I ;. hine ; t b e of hazzel trees Wur nuts d;i ;jti iw za brown. What thoughts da come across I here, A long, long, \ ears agoo, Wen a b\ now. I did delight Thease zenes ta wander droo. 245 Var every hallerdy am vv oast, We merry bwoys wur voun, We bat an ball, ower rounders play Apon tbease open down. Agean I jogged on auver hill, An cross tha Barvird track, Then down ta Chilvinch bottom, still, Cloas to tha narrer rack. It wur a glorious atternoon, An hot, var hearly spring, Jist like a day in balmy June, Zoo gay wur everything. Tha bumble bees, begun ta buzz, Tha knats ta sting an bite, An out amang yan bloomin vuzz, Buttervlies vlitted bright. Rabbits, an hares, vrim copse, za shy, Wur skippin vree an wild, An patridges, who's screechin cry Is know'd be every child. Vrum vield, an down, tha lark went up Ta welcome in tha spring, Tha merry blackbird, an tha drush, Did meak tha woodland ring, An vrim a low branch of yon woak Tha timid nightengale Had jist begun ta tune his voice An trill his artless tale. 246 An here between tha moss an thyme, Wild violets wur a blowin, An primroses, in ael their prime, Wie cowzlips jist a showin. Mid zich an unzurpassin zene, As this in thease sweet dell, Me heart delights, an here I cood Var ever zeem ta dwell. Then up a well wor'd track I stroll'd, Towards a beech hard bye, Apon who's trunk, there is carv'd out, Zim letters dear ta I. Here, mwore an thirty years agone, Wie a zweet modest lass, Thic tree ower neames I carv'd apon, Love's idle nower ta pass. An here ta day, they letters still, Be showin out za plain ; Ah ! what girt thoughts me heart da vill As I zees em again. Var care me back ta youthvul days, When I, za gay an vree, Did taak a love, an breathe sweet zighs, Under thease woold beech tree. I twenty zummers had I zeed, Thie. oo'er vargotten day, Tha time a my apprentioship I I hI nearly pass'd away. 247 An vull a hope, me heart beat high, Var a zuccessvul life, An com what hood, I'd bwoldly try, Ta veace thease wordles strife. An zurice thic day, what zenes I've zeed, What trials I've a bore, What crosses, an what ups and downs, An many draabacks zore. Teant mine ta bwoast, teant mine ta braig, A honner ar a wealth, Bit a crowst, I've never wanted var, An God av gied I health. An atter ael thease thirty years, Strivin ta do me best, In gratitude I drap a tear, Var zure I have bin blest. Tho well I knaw, I have vill shart A what I ought ta done, Heet hard I've striv'd ta do me peart, Tho tis a humble one. HOSSLER JOE. Las week, in zeineteiw vull low, We buried poor woold Hossler Joe, An many a varvent tear wur shed, As in tha grave, we zeed un led ; Var poor woold man, his wur a life, As wurden vree vrim toil an strife. An manvully a did his peart, Var'd got a honest cheervul heart. Ah ! he is gone, an nevir mwore, Shill's zee un gean, tha steable dooer, Stript to his shirt, a rubbin down His hosses wie a hissen zoun ; Poor things how they zeem'd to rejoice, An whicker at Joe's well know'd voice; Var to em he wur aelways kind, An vine hisself, lie hood em mind. Mi- Bmilen veace, wur know'd za wide, Var miles aroun tha country zide, Perch'd high apon his measter's Brake, Bow many a peart} be did take, Ta zee bha zites that bout is voun, Ail handy to fchease Leetle t<>w n ; Ai- a gipsj pearty u> fcha hood, Joe mist drave em, if a cood. Ar when tha weddin bells rung out, An carridgi b 'liear .lack oom back ta I. I'.n cries wur ael in vain, var Jack wur on tha main, c>;\\ an zerene, zarvin his Queen, Likewise his dear countery. \m ael daj he did zing, &c. 251 We Union Jack unvirl'd, a zail'd aroun tha wirld, Wie gallant heart, a did his part, An helped his comrades vree ; A vaverite quick a grew, we ael tha good ships crew, Zoon his neam wur rais'd ta feam, In thic good ship on tha sea. An ael day he did zing, &c. Vive year had pass'd away, an orders com one day, Ta zail var whoam, across tha voam, Back to tha woold countery. Zoon they cast anker down, in vront a Pourts- mouth town, Jack took his pay, an a hallerday, Woold vrens ta goo aii zee. An ael day he did zing, &c. His puss well lin'd we goold, a hied ta zenes a woold, A zweet heart voun, good girl all roun, Who a zailer lov'd dearly. An one day they did meet, Jack's valse Poll in tha street, Who cried alack, come back dear Jack, An a vaithvul lass I'll be. Bit Jack to her did zing, Ya zee this sweet young thing, Who tha leetle wife shall be, Of Jack jist come vrum sea, To this jolly tar, vrim a man a war, A guiding star she'll be by-gar. mr^^iu HAYMAKIN ZONG. When Midzmnmer is draain nigh, An grass in mead an vield is high ; Up we tha zun away da go, Tha mawers var ta lay it low ; "Wie gleamin sythe thay ael tha day, Da whet, an swet, an mow away ; "While wives da vollie on behind, An sheak tha swaths out to tha wind. Chorus. Var haymeakin in zummer prime, Is a joyvul happy time Tlii'in strappen chaps, Jim, Jack, an Joe, Be rare good fellers var ta mow ; Auvera yeaker in a daj , Thay'll cut, an caal it purty play; An y.oin times tliay nil av a bout, Ta zee who vusl on em gies out ; I lit, Joe's tha Iki *te man a tha dree, Ther'a nana ta come up /.ides we he. Var haymeakin, &c. 253 Down mead, it be a purty zite, When tha weather's warm and bright ; Ta hear tha glad haymeakin voke, Za merry like we zong an joke ; Ta zee tha childern jump an play, An rompse amang tha new mown hay ; An coortin couples be tha brook, Wanderen to zom sheady nook. Var haymeakin, &c. Measter an Missus oft comes out, Ta help an turn tha hay about ; Ther strappen zon, an daaters gay, Likes ta vrolic we tha hay ; Var plazes em ta zee tha cut, An smill tha scent as sweets a nut ; An oft, ull zend var extry beer, Tha leaberen people var ta cheer. Var haymeakin, &c. At nunchin time, vrom tha hot zun, Ta yander wilier tree thay run, Which by tha river's baink da spread ; Like a girt tent up auver yead, An here tha zimple vare gooes down, A braden cheese, an yale za brown, Which every man, ooman an bwoy, Hearty an happy do enjoy. Var haymeakin, &c. 254 An when tha grass is ael cut down, An zun an wind av dried it brown, Hosses an waiggins purty quick, Haals it away up ta tha rick ; An when tis zeafly inta stack, Beeans an Beakin is tha tack ; Girt poodens too, baccy an beer, An close tha day we jolly cheer. Var haymeakin in zummer prime, Is a joyvul happy time. THA HARD WINTER A NINETY ONE. Noo ! noo ! I never shaant varget While thease yer life da run, Thease yer terryable winter hard, A haighteen nintey one. Tho many times I've yeard woold voke, Likewise me nather zay, What girt terryable winters thay Did ave in his young day. An leetle did I think that zoon We wur ta av a teast, Of they woold vayshin winter's cwoold, Well, not za hard at least. Var now 'tis auver zeven weeks Jack Vrost av rul'd tha land, Tight in his grip we be bound up, Like to a iren band. 256 Tha vrozen snow apon tha roads Is slippery as glass, We girt high snow drifts here an there, Ther's skiercly room ta pass. Hosses an waggons caant goo out, Stuck vast is every wheel, An mail carts be deep snowed up, Ad business zeems stood still. On every hedge, an bush, an tree, Snow hangs like blossoms white, An viclds an downs is covered up Vive ar zix inches quite. Eivers an ponds be ael vroze up As hard amwoast as glass, An crowds a voke da slide an skeat Away tha time ta pass. School childern run an play about Apon it- slippery vloor, An down bhay come we many a luunp, Which meaks em laffan roar. An coortin couples dance about Ael up and down tha stream, A any a tumble zom da get Ta hoar how they da soream. Girl n i! reets wur all alive ; Wie vans and brakes an waggon louads, Thai did chock up ilia very roads. Ai fc( m a'clock ael down tha street, V;i coi iden zee i ha people's vei I ; Twur like a mass, oi hal - an bonnets, Zo thick they wur depen upon it. 267 An outside tha Park upon tha green, My cracky wurden there a zeen ; Tak about a countery vair, It no ways cood wie that compare. Var booths and stalls a stannin here, Wie voke a ballin ginger beer ; An rows of carriages an hosses, Ael down ta were tha road it crosses. An at tha geat ta zee tha crowd, A shouten an a bawlin loud ; To be let quick inta tha Park, Ar else tha hooden be their till dark. I stood an gap'd a thay awhile, As thay went droo tha turnun stile ; An rally zich a crow'd as that, Beat ael I'd zeed in Lunnen pat. Vrom twelve until tha clock het vower, They went as vast as they cud pawer ; Var twenty thousand voke thick day, Into thick Park did vine ther way. An there upon tha springy green, Wur a ne'er to be vergotten zene ; Voke wakin dress'd in every way, In every color, bright an gay ; In every sheap, in every vashun, That you cud vine out in the nayshun. Tak about vine Eotten Row, It wack'd it ael ta vits I knaw ; 268 Ta zee ow yer, thay cut fcha dash, Dress'd out in ther vine things za flash ; Of every cut an style thic daj , Wur thur shawls an gowns so gay; An bonnets, too, of every hue, Trim'd we rid, or green, or blue ; Not like tha wur zom time agoo, Ver now ael ot's altered new. [nsteeds a wearin a tidy gown, That in one piece a will rach roun ; Thay wears a kine a skirt in place, An then a thing hatch roun the waste ; Ael notch'd ;in vring'd an pucker'd out, Which roun tha skirt da hang about ; Wie bows an strings an other gear, Ta keep in pleace their pannier. Wether in zilks or zatins vine, Ar muslin ar bombazine ; Ar it fcia bit a linsy vroek, Tha wearer do fcha vashun mock. An ther hats did zo attract attention, I dwoant kwow hardly how ba menshun Tha dit'iriii Bheaps and si j les there, W'icli they did car on top their hair. Wie velvet, ribbon, fcule, ar leace, An bows an ends aroun fcherfeace; An veathers, too, stuck up za high, Vrim every bird that wings fcha sky. An lor ta zee zom on ems hair, Liki girl bee pol 3 a hanging there ; 269 Wich tha da call in Vrance chignon, Tha hair vrorn thay, that's dade an gone. However wimmen voke da like Ta wear zich things da whack I quite ; Avore zich things as that I'd try, I thinks I'd zooner lay an die. Mwoast aelways I shid drame a they, An that me hair wur turnin grey ; However any thing thay'll do, If 'tis tha vashun an tha goo. Zom's feace ya cooden zee at ael, Wur hidded up we vail or vail ; Ya cooden zee a bit ther veatures, Skierce tell if they wur wimmen creatures. Zich things as that w T hy do em wear, Ta cover up ther veaces vair ; I raaly dwoant think 'tis disgreace, Var wimmen voke to show ther veace. Tis very well of a winter's nite, When snow da blow, an vrost da bite ; To wear a vail or a thic vail, Then I doont bleam em not at all. Bit on a day like this so bright, I do think that tis pride outrite ; Ar else they must be ugly ones, An men vokes eyes da try an shun. Bit lar, tha needun be za shy, Var they'll be vast enough bine bye. Tha boots, too, that zom on em wore, T never zeed zich boots avore ; 270 However they did stan uprite, It raaly did whack I outrite. Wie out a joke, upon me zong, Tha heels wur ni' two inches long; Wie zoles as thin amwoast as peapei\ An vine tops za limp an teaper. An vancy bits ael stich'd in pleaces, An tied about we vine rid leaces. Wen will em leave thease things za vain, An dress like 1. za nate and plain. Bit there, cos do good I can zee it, Tha trades voke gets fchur livin we it. Well, bher tha bid wakin about, Till dree a'clock tha bell het out ; Then every eye wur turn'd bo zee, Thease Blondin acl za cleverly. An there down gean the river's zide, Wur two girt poles za high an wide; Apeart a nndeued \ eet well ai, An zixt\ -two aeaiiy wur hi. An ; here up auver these girt hite, A girt strong rope wur strain'd za tit It zeenied ta vill ee up we dread, \ ar there a look'd jist like a thread. Zo boul a minute ater dree, A. 1 eyes wur turn'd Blondin ta zee; An out he very zoon did pop, \u in a i wink wur on tha top. Worn tha crowd belov* out went a cheer, Whose like I ne'er before did hear ; 271 Jist dideni hollie out an shout, When Blondin he did vust show out. An he kept bowin to tha crowd, When they did shout at he so loud Then wie a girt long slender pole, He started var a leetle stroll ; Ael down tha leetle narrer rope, Along he measterly did grope. An wen a got unto tha end, Tha voke tha air did nearly rend ; An he jist var a bit a vim, Kite back ageau did nearly run , Zo quick his nimble laigs did go, Thay kept time to the band below : An then to ael tha vokes zaprize. He tied a bandage roun bis eyes. An ael his yead an haf his back, He put into a girt thick zack : An wonce agean took pole in ban. An tried upon tha rope ta stan. Purtendin two ar dree times ta slip, Bit that wur ael a bit a flip ; Var on a went as blinds a bat, An steady, as a mouse or cat. An zome did cry, " Zure, zure, he'll vail, Var he cant zee a glimpse at all ; Zom look'd zo white tho they wur dade, To zee he blinded wak thick thread. In breathless zilence ael look on, To zee thick blind man goo along : 272 An when a rach'd tha tother end, Voke zicli a cheer out loud did zend. •■ Well done, well done," all o'm did cry, To thick art' man twix earth an sky. Blindvolded still, he did run hack, An took vrim off his yead tha sack. A chap then run up in a crack. And jump'd apon thease Blondin's back ; An he did jolt un to an vro, As tho he ood un auver drow. Bit a diden tumble nor relax, Hit stuck as tite as cobbler's wax ; And wen a got about haf way, Thease chap he hollered out, " Hooray ;" An then took off his beaver hat, An weaved un out, as ther a zat. Tha voke did shout agean, "Bravo," When thick are chap did holler zo ; Then back he car'd the chap ael rite, And .-I, i Qg'd his togs var zoni za tite. An "li his |-,i))r ;.•_:; I i 1 1 did goo, Zome mwore pervormance to goo droo ; An wen be got about haf waj , I [e look'd aboul an everj way ; \n vore the voke cud look aroun, I fpon tha rope a \\ ur Laid down. Well, be laid there like one. that's dade, Then ael al oner mood on his hade ; \n as tha voke did cheer an clap, I te on his hade, his \,f\ did rap. 273 An then a stood straite up agean, An tumbled then rite auver clane ; Then he went back an got a chair, An balanc'd un jist to a hair; Upon two laigs all vair an square, As tho a wur a vixed there. Then down a zat to av a raste, i\n gape a bit about tha place ; Bit diden bide there very long, But got an stood upon tha rong. I never should have thought he deer, To stan like that upon a cheer. He raaly is of men a bwold un, An mist be linked in wie tha Woold un. A pankeak then he nex did vry, In a pan upon his rope za hi. He'd got a range ael mead a iron, And a grate ta put into the viren ; A pleat, a spoon, a leetle can, Wie knife, an vork, an vry in pan. An quick a did meak up a vire, An zoon tha smoke it did aspire ; Then we zum vlower, haig, an vat, He mixed it ael into a pat. An out a poured it in a pan, An then ta vrizz it zoon began ; An then, when under he wur done, Ta zee un turn un, twur zich vun ; I ne'er zee zich in ael me life, He wur as andy as a wife. 274 Zo wen the keak ee wur done brown, He to tha voke did chuck mi down ; Wich mead a rush amang tha rabble, Who atter thick ther keak did scrabble. Then he pack'd up an back did goo, His vamous ride var to go droo. An on his two wheel'd hobby lioss, Jist like a jock, he got across ; An off a went wie out delay, An diden stop once ael ilia way. Then backurds he did run a bit. While hr zo \ erm on un did zil : However lie keeps zo uprite, It raaly do whack 1 oul i He zeam- t ther, I'll lie boun, As you or I do on tha groun, And as ver riden hobbv boss, I raaly did one,' gel across : And purty quick 1 did come down, An go! iiji we ;i sheaky crown. 1 [owever he upon thick thread, Cood ride, wieoin moviu his yead ; 1 aever can nar shall meak out . Unless he's link'd in wie Woold Clout. Var Lots declares thai thick woold Nick, Mn ■ u'll un thease yer trick. Hit lor, I dwoanl knaw wai ta zay, voke di ainge things now u-day ; ,i mwore t n >uble to he, Than ower wirk ta arn a wie. 275 We know he is stiffish buck, An mist av got a lot a pluck ; He is a strappen chap we know, To zee that vine limbs he can show ; An must av ad a lot a tryun, To do thease things there's no deny in. However, ael I've tould to you, He zartainly on thick rope did do ; He diden meet wie no mishap, Which mead tha voke so cheer an clap. A diden worry up yer heart, Var everything he done za smart ; An convidence ya ad in he, As zoon as ever you did zee. How he upon thick rope did stan, As aisy as a did on Ian. Twur woth tha money wieout doubt, Var every thing be well car'd out. An wen he'd done down be did com. An voke begun ta start for worn ; Bit mwoast on em about did stay, To hear that band zo nicely play, An zom did wak about tha green, A viewun on the splendid zene ; An zom did shoot wie avcher\ , As they us'd in tha woolden day. An zom did dance, and zom did zing, An zom jine in a kissen ring ; An maidens thay, mead purty aaise, A runnin roun atter the bwoys. 276 An then to zee em kiss em zo, An nar a bil a shyness show ; Zich bouldness ought never to be, In a girt lighten'd countery. I'll bet a crown yer vren Jan Brown, Neer kiss'd a maid a kneelen down ; He dwoant believe in that are stuff, Var tis za brazen an za rough ; Ta tare an race about like this, An jist to get a leetle kiss. I tell ee plain, an wie out joke, I hooden kiss, zome a tha voke ; Bit this much I'll convess ta you, Of gals there win- a tidy vew ; That raaly I shid like ta kiss, That is, if thay thought no amiss. An coose, if no biddy wur lookun, Nor Qoticin jist wen I took un ; \ kiss zeems aelways baste ta I, Wen you da ketch un on ilia sly. Bit there, thay diden zeein ta vear, An var vokes lookin diden keer. '-,'- '-,'* h' Well, theiv thay k i - -> A 1 and danced away, Till nine o'clock thick blessed day ; \n then wen twur got nearly dark, Tha hand did pla\ .in out tha park. \n every one wur ael agreed, Twur tha besi zite that, thay ever zeed. \uver t went\ thousand voke they za \ . I QtO thic park did gOO thic da\ . THE WOOL I > SCHOOLME ASTER, Jist auverite tha village church Ower leetle school da stand, An in tha yard da play about, A merry jovil band ; An to an vro, an roun thay go, Ael link'd in hand an hand. An when tha sharp shrill bell rings out, At nine a'clock ache day, Tha aged measter laves his cot An zlowly bends his way, An at tha porch greets wie a smile Tha merry childern gay. An dear thay love ta zee his form, Enter tha leetle school ; An in quick time ache scholard there Is sated on his stool, Wie play an laffin put azide, Vor well thay know his rule. Wie reverence thay ael kneel down Apon tha oaken vloor, While tha good man in earnest voice, Tha marnin pray'r da pour ; An oft his zolemn words da touch Ther young hearts' leetle core. 278 Tha joyous cuarnin hymn thay zing Wie cheerful heart an voice, Upwards ta heaven their praizes gooes I '.cfore tha Lord tha Christ ; To hear tha childern's hearty strain, Makes his woold heart rejoice. Tha daily task then thay begin, Ta rade, an zum, an write, Geography an history, too, An verses to recite ; [nstructin wieout weariness, Their minds vrim marn till nite. An thus his work, vrim day to day, Ta train tliease leetle ban, Ta vit their leetle childish minds |\ »r culter inta man, An upwards Lade their wordly thoughts Tawards a better Ian. An oil tha good man zees his work, It av hin hiess'd, indeed ; Var many a scliolard he av taught, lii life, a zees /ucceed ; An bagerl) apon dull minds, I . mpL . he \\ ill pi Vrim ye ir ba Near droo out his life, I Q8l I'uelin on a 'joes, An well tha . < eds a Larnin he 1 ii evei > elnle a zows ; i g] ant mi pace an hope a heav'n, When life drai close. WHY DWOANT EM TOLL THA IJELLP Las winter, on a drary day, I watch 'd. a vuneral train Pass ael up ower village street, In wind, an storm, an rain. Tha shop voke put ther shutters up, Ta show ther girt respect, Var tha deceased wur well beloved Be ache, an every zect. An church an chaple voke jined in Tha melancholy train, An zighs wur haved an tears did run Down zom's cheeck as tha rain. An tho it wur vuneral train, Ther wurnt no vuneral knell ; An oft I yeard tha voke remark, " Why dwoant em toll tha bell? " An wen thay rach'd tha churchyard geats, Nor Passin did appear ; Bit tha woold Zexton hobbled out Ta meet this vuneral bier. An mang tha storm he led em roun Towards a new mead cell ; An many times agea'n I yeard, "Why dwoant em toll tha bell?" 280 Bezide tha grave tha coffin stood Apon tha churchyard bier; An roun tha mourners gather'd cloas, Conzolin wirds ta hear. A Wesleyan brother tlien rade out Tha zarvice var tha dead ; An every biddy's heart wur touched We tha zolemn wirds a zed. Bit as I gazed on thic ar zene, Me heart wie grief did swell ; Those wirds I yeard, did pres me zore, " Why dwoant em toll tha bell ? " Why dwoant em toll tha bell, I thought, Var a brother gone ta rest, Who liv'd a christian life below, An now have jined tha blest. Why should tha zons a Englin's church, Thease leetle rite refuse Ta thay as wish a burial by A minister thay choose. Ta tha lifi less clay dwoant sigerfj Wither bha bell da toll ; Bit idi ! remines tha livin ones Of tha passen ov a zoul. * '!: * * * * To Englin's clergy I appeal, I [old not tha passen bell, I wen a christian's laid to rest, Toll VOi'n a vuiicial knell. THA LEABOUKEKS ZMDY MARXIN. Eece, Zundy main in zummer prime Ta tha leabourer is a appy time, It is tha day that he likes baste, Var he can zit un down an raste, An think apon tha things above, An meditate on heaven's love. Then wen tha zun is risin high Up in tha girt big cloudless sky, On Zundy marnin out a gooes Ta let tha cows an hosses loose, An teak em ta tha vlowry mead, Wur thay ael day in pace can veed. Zee ow tha poor things pranks about, Var well thay knaas thay be let out, An be their looks thay zeems ta zay- " No wirk is there var we ta day ; " An man is thankvul unto heaven That there is mead one day in zeven That animals as well as he Can raste vrim toil and be vree. 282 Tha good man then meaks vast tha geat, An on its bars a takes a zeat, An wie a innerd joy pervound, bmilin, looks out on ael around ; He zees tha eurlin smoke arise Vrim his cottage chimley ta fcha skies, Wur busy wife we cheervul zmile Da blow ta meak tha kiddle bwile. He hears tha rooks a caain, high Up in tha elems stannic by. Mili-lcd wie tha sheep hells zouns Away vrim off tha upland downs, An larks a whirrlin too on high Their marnin carols to fcha sky, Tha blackbird sweel and merry drush Zingin away in yander hush, An fcha cuckoo's well know'd crj In tha big archet handy bye, Wie fcha peweets wailin scream. An mwournens flutter in tha stream, Wur speckled trout, we watchvul eye, Springs up fca ketch fcha heedles vly, An merrj milk bwoy on his way Ta deairy, hums a /acred lay. An ever) thing zeems thankin heaven \',,r bhease one blessed day in zeven. An now he bears I ba woold church bell oklin /.lowly in fcha dell, An its would vamiliar chime T< 11 mi thai tis breakfisl time ; 283 Then zlowly back he da retreat, An leetle childern run ta meet Ther dad we many a plazin smile, Which da tha good man's heart beguile ; Tha youngest on his back a takes, Then to his cot his way he makes. To tha leabourer how zweet it is That he can greet one day as his ; Var ah, wat pledure he da veel, Wen zated at tha marnin meal. Ta zee his childern in their place. An hear em zing aloud tha grace ; Zo different to a wirken day, Wen he must needs be vur away Early an late at weary toil, Ta cultivate tha rugged zoil ; Vrom Mondy marn till Zaturday, No chaance he has ta tak ta thay. Zo now a meakes good use a time. An rades an taks till church bells chime ; An off tha good man then da go, Wie his dree childern in a row, Away down ta tha village church, An greets tha zexton in tha porch, Var tis his fiather, aged man, That teaks tha childern be tha han, An leads em roun tha church yard green, Ta where a leetle mound is zeen, Covered we vlowers in vull blow, Tha grave of his dear wife below ; 284 Tha woold man draps a fervent tear, An zays " me leetle childern dear, Here lies yer granny, kine woold heart , Who here on earth did well her peart. Now teak a rose me childern dree, Emblems var you ta think on she. Var ye he vlowers now on earth, An villi a joy, an health, an mirth ; Bit woold age ull com, you'll vade away, An like yer granny, zoo you'll lay." Thus nearly every Zundy marnin Tha woold man gie'd tha childern warnen, Wen thay did goo tha church yard round, Ta zee ther granny's leetle mound. An now ilia woold church bells have done, Tha mornin zarvice is begun ; Tha congregation, modesth , Uncles an responds mwoast reverently; \n choir, n|> in tha gallery, I )a play an zing mwoast heartily; VI zarts a insterments are there. We childern's voices high in air, \n earnestly, wie zolemn face, Men in white Bmoeks a zingen bass. () you who lives in polished towns, Who be za used ta viner zooms, Dwoant ee loot down we cool disdain, ii bhease choristers za plaain ; Var tho ther med he zom disc.oi <1, Heaven doth ther yarnest praise regard. 285 Tha passon in his desk da rade, An tha psalms a David lade He prays an praches yarnestly, An taks of Heaven iovouslv ; Wur ael that zarve tha Lord arright Will shine we lustre sparklin bright ; Wur ael is happiness provound, An purity da reign around ; Wur every biddy s vree vrim stain, An pure equality da reign ; Wur toil an hardship cease ta be, An tha poor leabourer is vree ; Wur ael is pace, an love, an joy, An praises do tha tongue employ ; Wur tha Lamb zits on tha throne, Who var poor zinners do atone ; An we wat a holy smile He Is sated in girt Majesty ; Ther He da zit an bid ess com Ta his eternal blessed worn. An thus tha good man do appeal, An many a zilent tear ull steal Ael down tha leabourer's burly veace, Ta know var he that there is greace ; An tears like thase be prayers breave'd Var thay as cannot words conceive ; Tho zometimes shed wie zorroin moan, Thay zure be witnessed vrim tha throne. An meekly now ael bow the yead, While tha last benediction's zaid. 286 Tha marnin zarvice now is o'er, Wie zolemn step a laves tha door ; Wie childern, seeks agean his cot, An thinks how happy is his lot ; While busy wife da quick prepare Tha Sabbath meal of humble fare; A piece of bwiled beakon hot, An vegetables vrim gierden plot ; An zuety dumplins, roun an plump, Which meaks tha hager childern jump. Ta tha leabourer tis indeed a treat That he zich vare as this can greet ; Var nn wirken days out in tha viel, On brade an cheese he makes his meal. An who shall say these voke be zinners Ta zit down to cook'd Zundy dinners. An now, wie zolemn up turned veace, Tha childern zing aloud their greace ; \ ••: var a blessin on tha vood, Ta da their zouls and bodies good. An in quick time, a never vear, Tha good things provided disappear ; Thay once agean gies thanks ta heaven, Var ael tha marcies God hath given. \n swiri contentment vills their cot, Thay'm happy, an fchaj tnurmer not. ' much above tha wordle's scornnen I - tha Leabourer m Zundy marnin. THA WOOL!) ZEXTON. Close ta ower leetle village church, Under a girt big yew ; Who's spredden yarms da shelter greaves, Of sleepers not a vew. Ther stans ower Zexton's leetle cot, Ael auver ivy green ; Wie honeyzuckles roun tha pourch, An roses in between. An in thease pourch in zummer time, Wen it is balmy weather, Tha poor woold man da zit an think, Var hours an hours tagether. 288 One day, we wary heart I zat, Apon a tomb stoune woold ; A geazin on the zilent dade, Vast crumblen inta mwould. An as I zat, za quiet like, In ruminatin mood, Vootsteps did rouse my pensive ears. An he avore I stood. His peal thin cheeks wur vurrow'd deep, His look wur zad an greave, His eyes wur rid, an bleer'd, an wake, An long zighs he did heave. Bis vlowin hair vill down his T poll, White as the driven snow ; An like a patriarch of woold, Did look his revern'd brow. Wie totlcrin step a rach'd tha stoune, An zat down be me zide, An girt tear drops vills down his cheek, Wich oft a tried ta bide. A stopped a mine! fca regain His vast short vleeten breath ; Then said " Young man, ya zeems ta dwell Apon thease scenes a death." Var baighty years, in yander eot, ['ve liv'd a bwoy an man, \n fifty years ta marrer mam, My zextonship began. 289 My fiather he var vorty years, Tha office did hold too ; A moulderen slab da mark his greave, Under yon spredden yew. Eece, many be tha scenes I've zeed, Many stouries I cood tell, Of tii a underds I av zeed Laid in ther narrer cell. I've zeed tha ag'd an statly tree, Many times laid in tha tomb, An oft I've zeed tha tender bud Cut down avore did bloom. D'ye zee yan grave jist newly mead ? A rose bud zweet lays there ; Heet she yeant there, ony her clay, Her zoul's wie hangels vair. Ower Vicar's ony chile she wur, Born wen a lost he's wife, An she grow'd up a lovely maid, His girtest joy in life. Sweet, generous chile, me tongue caant tell, Haaf tha good that she done ; If ever an hangel wur on earth, I'm zure that she wur one. Vain, silly pride she never knaw'd, Na bigotry nar sham, Aelways tha zeam ta rich an poor An gentle as a lamb. 290 Ower village voke tells of her deeds, Wie tears an sorrowen heart, Vor her kind look an gentle voice, Jay aelways cood impart. Her beauty an her innocence Won ower young Squire's heart, An she wur gwain ta be his bride, Wen death their loves cut shart. Skierce haighteen zummers had she zeed. Wen com'd tha vatal blow, Wich vill'd tha country roun var miles Wie zarrer an wie woe. An skierce a month had pass'd away, Tha Vicar too a died, His daater's death had broke his heart, His loss a cooden bide. Thease zenes a woe, cut deep tha hearts Of village voke aroun, Tliay wept, lamented, an bewail'd, Grief did fcher zouls zurroun. An young ;m woold still mworns tha loss, Of Vicar an his chile ; Wie a zarrer well ni of despair, Wich thiiy caanl reckincile. ah, young man, aelthough we miss Ther well know'd feacin here, be zure we be ther /mils da reign, I ' p bove yan starry sphere 291 How vast is time, how short thease life, Tis bit a leetle span ; Tha helpless chile, then joyous youth, An then tha zober man. Along we goo droo life's rough path, Ache on ess his own way ; Time vlees along, an every hour Brings on ower latter day. A eece, I too, who's bwony hans Av dug vull many a cell ; Not long till be, before for I Thay'll toll tha passin bell. Me journeys end is cloas at han, Me life it is at stake ; Bit shill die in pace, an trust, I shill in glory wake." * * k< -■;■■ * * Tha zummer's zun wur zinkin vast, Beyond tha stretchen plain, I bid varewell an promised he I zoon hood caal again. Bit wen again I bent me way Towards his cottage door, I met a villager, who zed, " He died tha day avore." His mortal frame now rastes in pace, Be his vore-fiathers laid ; A leetle stoune da mark tha spot, Under tha yew trees shade. r \'jut Til A S> Tha snow, tha snow, is vallen, An my good deani, she be callen, " Be quick, good man, hie out a tha starm, An com to yer snug leetle cottage, za warm." Tha snow, tha snow, ael droo tha snow, Away to his wirk tha poor man mist go; Bit, ah, wen at nite a greets his snug cot, An smills his hot zupper, his keers be vargot. When th;i snow lays deep and vrosts da bite, An tha yields an downs be covered quite, Tha leahoui-er sturdy, up in the vield barn, Li abours at 1 day tha russet brown earn. Tl ' tn tha snow tho cheerless they zeems, Tha zweetsthal tha) avs ther roughness redeems ; Var where will ee vine a cozier /ate ■I :i leabourer's cot on a, ewonld winter's nite. ADDRESS TO A MIZER. Poor misryyable skinny wretch, Jist like a wirm, thee'se crawl and stretch, Of a skilinton thee beest a sketch, Woold skin an bwone ; Wat]ever doost think thee oots vetch ? Ya leazy drone. Bout thee bist creapen, yer an there. Wie look a pityvull dispair, As tho thee wurst vill'd vull a keer ; Thy artvull plan ; Ta baig vrim thay thee'se know caant speer, Jist wur thee can. How many voke thee hast took in, Wie tha valse tales thee doost spin, An thic picked veace za thin ; An ael tha while In thy hypocrisy da grin A wicked smile. How many a penny thee hast took, Wie thick ar vile an haggerd look, Vrim thousands who have thee mistook Var wat thee beant ; Eece, many a pocket thee hast shook Of poor, w y ell meant. 294 Every day thee hist zom where xcen, Craalin about in rags za mean, Eyes peepin everywhere za keen, YYie dirt thee'se stink ; Anasty smill, raink and unclean, Voke vrim thee shrink. Vrim house ta house thee'se baig ael day, An pityvully thee doost pray Var grub, thy stummick's seak ta stay, Bit goold's thy aim ; Ael tho ta nuthen thee'se zay nay, M<>ne\ 's thy game. Then when bhy baig is vull, at nite, Thee doost limp worn, vull a delight, An wie tha aid of thy rushlite, Thy pockets drain ; An Like a vile unearthly sprite, Thee'se count tha gain. An wen it turns out a zuccess, Thy veelins thee doosi well express; Delighten in bhy artvulness, \\ ie de\ ilish grin ; Thy unrighteous wirk bhee bher doost bless, Thi iu man a zin. Tha vittlee bhi u, bhi e doosi burn out, An turn bha stale an vresh about, An wat dwoanl zuil thee, bhee doost scout, And drow awaj ; < Mi daint) bits then doosi blow 01 I nger ba Btaj . 295 Zeafly then thee, doost bar thy door, An thy money chest explore, To add agean a leetle rnwore ; An droo tha nite Thee'se zit an count it oer an oer Till marnin's lite. Then vastened wie stout lock and key, Hides it wur no biddy shill zee. Under tha vloor za zacritly, Eece, ther it lays, That which is ael tha wordle ta thee, Ael droo thy days. Poor vool, ta live in zich a steat, In thic ar hut za desilate, Wur na one can communicate Ta thee a wird ; Thy death thee doost accelerate Thou vool absurd. Bit I zapoose thee doost veel zure Thy wealth an thee be ael zecure ; And miseries thee caanst endure Ta muck up goold ; Dwoant tha thought, thy mine once lure ? Thee bist gettin woold. Tha grave, I spoose thee doosen vear, Nar ta vailen nater, len a ear ; Tho thee hast had a long career, Thee doosen heed ; Nar hoot thee zee thy end is near, Comin we speed. 296 Ah wretched man, wur is thy mind ? Thee mist be zummit wuss than blind Var zure zini day zom o'm ull vind Thy hidden goold ; An ael ull goo like as tha wind When thee bist m would. Vor zure disease ull lay thee low, An thee oot groan wie pain an woe, Aloane, var nooan will of it know, Ta com ta thee ; Ah misry then, thee't undergo, Wen death thee'se zee. A thy vollie then, wen tis ta late, ■ Thee oot begin ta meditate, An bitterly thee't rue thy vate, \s thee diss lie Aloane, wie none ta help thy state, Ar zee thee die. Eece, there aloane in death thee't lie, Till voke da miss thee, bye an bye, Am Mil thy abzense do imply — Thrr's zummii wrong ; An bo thy wretched bul fchay'U hie, An conn mi drong. An open they ull busl tha door, An thy w retched bul explore, An vim I bee laid apon 1 ba vloor, Ael stiff an dead ; id end aoon will deplore, No tear thay'll shed. 297 A crowner's quest thay'll hold on thee, Tha caas a death trace out an zee, An ael tha jury will agree, An will decree — " He did die droo sheer misery ; " An zo till be. An quick, thay ull putt thee out a zite, An Passin rade tha las zad rite ; Bit nar bit a pity thee't excite, No vrens ta mwoura, Not one a kine wird will recite, Thy life they'll scorn. And wat da then of thee remain, Thy goods and all thy hoarded gain, Men of tha laa ull soon obtain, An they will zay — ■ " Vool, to av lived a life za vain, Where's now his stay ? " How zom voke tries to hoard up wealth, Eece, een ta zacrificin health, How worship thay tha dazzlin pelf, Nar stops ta think ; Woold death is creapen on be stealth, Thame on tha brink. 298 Then let a gen'rous heart be mine, I f wealth an riches on I shine, Zo's to tha poor I med consign Wat God av given ; Then shall I wen in life's decline Have hope a heaven. CHAinilX LASSES. Charrain lasses, will ee goo ? Will ee goo ? will ee goo ? Charmin lasses, will ee goo A gipsyen ta Grovely ? Tis vlowry June, an ael tha woods Zo gaily now be draste ; An leetle birds on every bough Be zingin out ther baste. Charmin lasses, will ee goo ? Come, we'ull wander droo tha glades, An pick wild roses there, Along we honeyzuckles zweet, Twinin mwost everywhere. Charmin lasses, will ee goo ? An ael down tha mossy rides We will rove za merry, And peep amang tha wavy ferns Var tha zweet straaberry. Charmin lasses, will ee goo ? An underneath tha spreaden beech, In yarmless vun an glee, We will dance, and zing ower zongs We vaices heartily. Charmin lasses, will ee goo ? 300 I' mil bha zun zinks in tha wace V\ e'll dance an zing away, Then worn ache swain shill lade tha- lass, Tha lass a loves zo gay. Charmin lasses, will ee goo ? Charmin lasses, come along, Come along, come along ; Charmin lasses, come alon"- A gipsyen ta Grovel} ! COOETIN THA BLACKSMITH'S DAATER. Twur on a Zundy aternoon, In tha merry month a May, Ater marnin church hoff I did goo Ta Woodvird village gay. Ael up tha girt lang avenue I trudged along wie speed, An down Camp hill, and droo tha path. Ael by tha vlow'ry mead. Tha birds wur twittern to an vro. Up in tha elem's high, An vrum tha copse offen I yeard Tha cuckoo's welcom cry. Apon tha brudge across tha stream I zat a bit ta raste, When zoon com'd bye a purty maid Whose zweet look charm'd me braste. Var zich a veace I nevir zeed, Za lovely and za vair ; Zich rosey cheeks, zich light blue eyes, Zich shiny vlaxen hair. Lore ! what a veelen sazed me heart, Wie zich a lovin fleam ; Oh I will spe-ak unto her now, An know what be her neam. 302 Zays I " zweet lass, ull ee goo we I Var a waak along thease brook ? Var maiden, dear, me heart is charni'd Wie that ar smilen look." She smiled agean, an then we waak'd Ael by tha river's zide ; A thousand charms vill'd up me heart, Var she I cood a died. Zaays I, " zweet maid, O tell I true, tell I be thease waater, If you be she, bout who I've yeard, Tha village blacksmith's daater'.' " " Well, yes," she zays, " you have guess'd right, 1 am tha blacksmith's daater; Me fiather's cot between them trees, .list tother zide tha waater. An ther in happiness I dwell Along wie parents kine; No keers have I, me jays be zweet, True happiness be mine. Own- squire's daater lives in steal, I n yander mansion gran : I'.it she's ii"" bappier t ban I, Tha happiesl in tha Ian." " Now zich a noble mind is thine, lovi I;. \ illag( maid, An if I tell ' ' I love you, I )\: me !"\ e upbraid." 303 Bit we a blush apon her brow, She zed, " I know ee not, Bit if yer love var me's zincere Wie ee, I'll shear me lot." Zim purty vlowers then I pull'd, A growin zide tha river ; " Teak thease " I zed, " as a true pledge That I'll prove vaithvul ever." Var hours ael aloone we waak'd, An taak'd of nought bit love, Until tha zun zunk in tha wace, An stars shone out above. I rung her han, I kissed her brow, Tha tear stood in her eye ; "Good bye, me dear, till Zundynext," " Good bye," zays she, " good bye ! " Bit atter, oft ta Woodvird gay, I rambled be tha waater, Wie thic dear maid who won me heart, Tha village blacksmith's daater. v o^ An neer will I varget tha day Wen by tha brudge I zought her ; She's now me bride, an ael me pride, Tha village blacksmith's daater ! I'AITUYUL DOLLY. Ower Jack a vill in love wie Doll, Las Crismis, up at varraer's ball, Complate his heart she did enthral, A zed she wur his life, his all. Zo he zat down an rote a letter, An tell'd her ever zunce he met her His heart wur bound in a girt fetter, An ever) hour wur lovin her better. Dear Doll, a then went on ta zay, Will ee accept me love, I pray ? If zo, lets knaa thease very day, An dwoant vor goodness zeak delay ? Be zure dwoant keep I in zuspence, Nor brate I wie indifference ; Var me love burns zo intense, I >ear Doll, quick, grant a conference. Zoo Doll rote hack, wieout delay, An fco our love-zick Jack did zay — Me Love has bin won var many a day Be a zailor Lad, var, var away. An 1 pledg'd me wird, true I'd be Ta me young zailor now on thasea; Therefore, Jonnv < 1- n r, you zurely can zee Love, or ba meel you, I cannot agree. To Love-zick Jack it win- a girt blow l mil t liit a must tlia lass vorego ; I'.it lik. man, a vargot liis woe, An elsi .•. here a coortin zoon did go. VARMEtt WUR TOOK IN. A srneartish young damsel com'd to ower town, Draste up in tha highest of vayshun ; A charmer she look'd, a charmer she zeem'd, An liv'd like a leady a stay shun ; She quite won the hearts of ael tha young chaps As liv'd roun var many a mile ; What a beauty, zed thay, did ee ever zee zich Perfection, and in zich vine style ? A dashen young craater in truth she now wur, An her neam it wur Ethelinder ; As a leady a raink she pass'd in tha town. Kept by her papa out in Inder ; An many wur thay who zought her zo gay, Charm'd by her good looks an zweet smile, An many a heart she nearly did brake, Vor ta ael she gied a denial. Bit at last com'd a day, a lover turned up, A lucky man, one Varmer Wright ; . Lore ow tha young chaps did swear an did stare, Ta zee em wak out every nite ; A varmer he wur, who own'd a girt varm, An wur zed ta be rollin in goold ; This wur tha young man Ethelinder had trap'd, Aelthough a wur vorty years woold. 306 Ther coortin went on vor two or dree months, It wur ael tha tak a tha town ; Everybiddy a axin wen tha weddin hood be, Var shay zed he'd bought her tha gown ; Bit zoon ael at once come a terrable blow, l'jthelinder, she wurnt to be vound ; An poor Varmer Wright wur in a girt plight, For he'd lent her a underd pound. The townsvoke did laff, the varmer he swore, An zed she wur a reglar zell ; Hit wat could er do? he'd lent her tha goold, An she win' l: Mic, wur nooneom cud tell; A \ aithless young ooman, decaitvul, tho vair, A good lesson I larned by thee ; Tho dear tha instruction da zeem ta me new. Me vollie I ever shall zee. MORAL. Now a lesson in this, young chaps you med zee, l>\\oantee, never he carried away Bi .1 leady a vayshnn, watever her charms, Var live ba repenl u ya maj ; It ya warn :i wife, zeek one who is nate, In yer own Btayshun, Lovin, an true ; Dwoanl l< : the outzide win auver yer heart, Ai i ba da) j :i zurely nil rue. THA CHILDERN'S TRATE. Wen tha earn is ard an brown, An heavy ears is hangin down, In yields near to our leetle town ; Then tha children in ache street Euns about wie feacin zweet, Zoon, zoon, we'll av our joyous treat. An var days an weeks avore, . Nuthun bit tha trate in store, Gooes about vrim door ta door ; An wen, as is, tha custom'd rule Ta neam tha day at Zundy school, Ache leetle heart wie joy is vull. How thay long then var that day, Wen ael tha vale keeps hallerday, An every young heart will be gay ; Ta tha school wie feacin brite, Var once thay gooes wie glad delight, An in a girt long train unite. Marchen to tha ban's loud notes, Vlags an banners gaily vloats, An rough be ther leetle droats, Cheerin, shoutin, long an loud, Thay da inarch ael droo tha crowd, Like a leetle army proud. 308 An in tha park apon tha green, Wat a plazin, temptin zene Greets ther leetle eyes za keen ; Long rows of stools an teables there, Bearin loads of wholesim vare, Anuff var ael an lots ta spare. Wie wat appetites thay do parteak Of tha bounteous tay an keake, An many a leetle heart da queak. Tha noble vamily everywhere, Waits on tha childern wie such care, Nuthun is ever wantin there. Wen every one av had ther vill, Up gooes a cheer, za clare an shrill, Wie a joyous, hearty will, Ta noble Pembroke's vamily, Ache one jines in mwoast heartily, this, tha childern' s annual tea. Then spourts ol every kine teak pleace, Tha zack jumpin, tha speedy race, An blindman's buff, wie masked veace. An in;iii\ a leel le urchin tries, Wie hager veace an Longiii eyes, T i carry worn zorn Leetle prize. a to tha village ban's loud strains, Tha chaps an maidens in long train's dance I ill night maintains. An 'tis a joj ous zite ta zee I noble ones join in tha glee, At this tha childern's annual tea. 309 Long may tha zons a Pembroke's line, This leetle vestive treat conzine, Var tha young uns will tha boon enshrine ; An in atter life ull off repeat Bout tha joyous pleadures zweet, Wen a chile at tha annual treat. Til A SQUIRES ORISMIS GREETIN. Bring in, bring in, tha yule logs'bwoys, Ta pile apon tha vire ; Vor now I'll keep tha vestive time As did of woold, me zire ; Bring in, bring in, tha holly bright, Likewise tha nhzzletoe, An gaily trim tha woold house up, Tha baste way that ya know. Come stir yerzelves me zarvants ael, Prepare var thease glad time ; An let your hearts be merry now, Like as tha bells da chime ; Var Crismis corns bit wonce a year, I'll gie ta vren or voe, Mi- liather did wen I wur young, Zoin vorty years ago. An mine prepare tha joyous veast Of tha primest in tha land ; Mwoast bountiful tha bouard zupply, Ya know tis m\ command ; An zee tha poor thay beani vargot, ( rie viim in\ plenteous store ; Var lis a custom I'll keep up me fial hi i did a yore. 311 Away down to tba village quick, My zon an datter hie ; An tell me tenantry I shall Expect em up bim bye ; An then vind out tha village Waits, An bid em com ta zup, Var I inten right merrily, Ta keep woold Crismis up. -t- * ^ ; :|: sis Now ael is done, tha faste's begun, An come is every guest ; Tha woold house is deck'd up za gay, Wie holly brightly drest ; Tha bouard is spread we mighty jints, An girt big poodens vine ; Wie everything tha heart can wish, Brown yale an sparklin wine. A ten an drinken, laffen an jokein, Tha time za glides away ; Tha woold vokes nod, tha youngens shout, Tha wine it meaks em gay ; An vrim tha beam da hang tha bough, A mizzletoe za green ; An many a smack is yeard beneath. An many a latf between. At night tha merry dance begins, Tha Squire lades tha way ; An woold an young well voot it out, Till marnen brings tha day ; 312 Tha Waits aroun tha teable zings Their ditties loud an long ; An tha jolly Squire warbles out, Vull many a ancient zong. An thus, een thus, is Crismis spent, In tha Squire's ancient hall ; No vain distinction's ever zeed, At thic merry vestival : Var zoo it wur in his fiather's time, Tha happy days a yore ; An thus tis every year tha zeani, An may't be evermore. THA PRENTICE'S ADVENTER. Not long agoo, in a leetle town, her liv'd a youth neam'd Harry Brown ; A smart young chap as ere wur zeen, Tho in zom spects wur raather green ; In spite a this, I mist maintain, A wur possessed a skill an brain. Music an draain he lik'd well, In thease he mwoast bwoys did excel ; Tha viddle, too, a nice cood play, An scraped apon un haaf tha day ; Ar we a brush, ar pencil he Cood draa things very purtyly ; Var thease he ad a teast, tis plain, Bit a notion vill'd his brain — Zom day a girt man he hood be, An zoar above his pedigree. Bit zoon, alas, tha day com'd round, An Harry to a trade wur bound ; To a carpender var zeven years, Tha thought it vill'd his eyes we tears ; An offen in a woevul mood, On his misvortunes he hood brood, Ta be a chopper an sheaver a wood, Our hero vowed a nevir bood ; Why shooden I av a hocky patio n Accordin to my inclination, 314 Var a girt hartist I be made, Am nevir will I larn thease trade. He mead a vow he'd rin vrim whoam ; An droo tha countery he hood roam ; As zoon as ere tha chaance comes roun, Missin thay'll vind young Harry Brown. Now Harry's sire a rum woold blade, As ever wirk'd at any trade, Zich chastizemiats apon his zon, Did lavish we a bitter tongue ; In hot wirds ud try his zon persuade To think a nuthun bit his trade; Ho swore he'd smaish his violin. If he kept up thic horrid din ; An if a took his brush to paint, Tlui woold man he wur like ta vaint ; An in high wrath, a did declare— A shudden paint ar viddle there Nuthun wur right that 1 lurry did, An oft tha house a wur vorbid : An zoo this ere COntilia] strife, ] >id in>-ak un wary of his life. Tha tli«T she a kine woold zoul I >id 1 1\ her wretched zon conzole ; Var offen weri tha li.it ber wild II I 3trike ber dear, bit wayward child, Var marc} Loud she hood implore, An promises meals be tha scoure Thai 1 1 ii H iden fi ad again, vrim his hwo\ ish vaats abstain. 315 Jist haighteen years ther course had sped Apon ower hero's youthful yead, An matters wur about tha zeam, Young Harry's mind glowin var feam ; Aelways disheartened wie his trade, He, bit leetle progress ever made, Var ta loftier things a did aspire, Of which his mind hood never tire. At shop one day, rapt up in gloom, Wie thoughtvul mind a paced tha room, His measter he had gone away, And left his prentice var tha day, Aloane ta do zim ardish wirk. That idle bout a shooden lurk : Bit skiercly he is back did turn, Wen Harry's quick eye did discern A picter, which he'd long begun, " Ah now," zayz be, " I'll get it done, An here I'll nail it ta tha wall, Jist ta be zeed by one an all ; I'll vinish it wieout delay, An thease very nite I'll cut away, A appertunity I ave, tis plain, Wich I med never get again ; " A zet about tha plazin job, Aelthough his heart did beat and droit. Thinkin tha measter med return, An his purty wirk discern ; But nuthin diden intervere, Var ael thic day tha cwoast wur cl 316 An zoo a vinish'd un at last, An bove his bincli a nail'd un vast. It wur a draain of hiszelf, In tha hact a lavin as be stealth, An underneath he'd rited down, " This is yer prentice, ' Harry Brown : ' Good bye, Gaffer, an shop meats too, When you zees this I'm vur vrim you. M\ runnin off you'll never rue, Ya needun therevore meak adoo ; Van-well, var I be zick an wary A vollieun a trade za drai'y." Zoo wen twur dark a left tha pleace, Wie ael his tools pack'd in a keace, Ad to his fiather's cot a stole An hided em in t ha dark coal hole. Nice ad wis plan'd, an ael zeem'd rite, An his young heart a did heat light, He chuckled much, - yeant it a lark Ta keep em ael zoo in tha, dark ; Thay leetle thinks wat I'm about, Bit ta marrer bhay'll vind it out." N'"-'. "ii. • thing mwore he'd got ta do, It, wur ta bid his Gal adieu ; left tha house An craped along jist like a mouse, \n ther bezide her cottage gate Wi .dd liis vaitlivul Kate ; 317 Wie open yarms she did resave Her Harry, who hood ne'er desave, An zich zweet tales a love wur twould, An vows wur mead, zich vows za bwonld — That zoon thay hood zure meet again, Tho pearten now thay mist zustain ; " Thervore, me Kate, keep true ta I, Var my wife you shill be bim bye." Wie a kiss, a tore hiszelf away, " Good bye, good bye," a yeard her zay ; His heart wur zad, thought bright his hope, As droo tha dark lean he did grope. Then zoftly crapen down tha street, No light a zeed, no zound a veet, Till out tha church clock did het one, Ower hero mead a steart ta run ; An zoon a rach'd his fiather's door An stole in, as he'd oft bevore. Tha woold voke ad long gone ta bade, And wur as quiet as tha dade ; Ther drames no doubt ad well begun. Zoo diden hear ther wayward zon. " No bade," zays he, " var I ta nite," Then took a match to strike a lite ; Now var a crust a braden cheese, Tha last, dear fiather if ya pleeze ; An wen a that a ad partook, Around tha house a gied a look, Ta zee wat things a ther cood vind, Var nuthin a hood leave behind : 318 •' Ther's my girt cwoat," he is up stair, Tha thought it vill'd un we dispair ; If I goes up, a naise I'll make, An praphs the woold man will awake ; Bit I mist try, till never doo, Ta lave un here, he's nearly new ; Tha stair dooer then a opened wide, An up tha steps zofty did glide ; He reach'd un, wisper'd, I've a got un, Bit miss'd his step, vill to tha bottom. Tha woold man woke, rush'd to tha stair, An baalin out a cried "who's there ; Tis robbers, wife, rache down me gun, I'll vire if thay attempt ta run ; " Kit she wur vrited near ta death, An cooden var sometime vetch breath ; At la^ /.ays she " caal Harry out, An goo an zee wat tis about ; ? " "IIaii\ ! wake up" tha woold man bawls, j;ii iiar anser, to liis loud caals; He zarch'd his room, grop'd aroun tha wall, \ \ illan, he's ilia caas of ael. Hi struct a light, then went below, Wie reage liis veace an eyes did glow; An swore he'd Lei the rascal know, li be di'l get un once in low. To '-"li 3ciousne -. I Larrj r< -tm-ed, "Oh dear," zays lie, "how I be limed;" 319 Then lookun up in wild dispair, A zeed his fiather on the stair ; Droo tha back door he mead a rush, Down gierden, then behine a bush. Tha woold man vollied wie a light, Graspen a stick wie ael his might ; Poor Harry zeed tha fiather wild, An knaw'd we reage he ne'er did bwile ; Zoo a bolted vrim his hiden pleace, An down tha gierden path did race ; A river deep rush'd on below, An droo he in his clothes mist go ; A stood agean the steppen stoune, Then baal'd out in a woevul tone ; An in a nick, in he did dash Thic ar girt stone, ah ! twur a craish ! An vore the fiather well cud zee, He'd darted to another tree. The woold man yeard tha dismal splaish, An thought twur Harry mead tha craish ; A then zet up a piteous zound— " dear ! O dear ! a will be drown'd ; Wife ! wife ! get up," zoon did rezound, " Yar our poor bwoy a will be drown'd ; I zeed un jump vrim off tha stoune, An in tha waater yeard un groan ; O dear ! dear ! wat shill I do ? Thease nite var ever I shill rue ; Misrible wretched man be I," While his poor wife did zob an cry. 320 Tha naise zoon weaked tha naybours all, Who vrim ther winders loud did baal — " Why, wats the matter, Nay hour Brown? Begar you'll wake up ael tha town ; " " do ee look shearp and come down, Ar my poor Harry zure nil drown. An zoon tha street wur ael alive We naybours who did quick arrive ; " Wat shill ess do ? " zed one ta tother, Var ael lik'd Harry as a brother ; " Unhook tha boat," zays one or two, " An let ess zee wat we can do ; He med be got out, perhaps, alive, If purty quick we ael da strive ; " Off ta tha boat-house zom o'm view, Zoon he wur man'd be a brave crew ; " Stop ! stop ! " zays one, " lar wat a plague, We'm gwain off thout a zingle draig ; " Zoon one wur vound shov'd in tha boat, An down tha strame thay gun ta vloat ; Thay row'd an pull'd, an drag'd away, Ael droo thic nite, till break a day ; Thay every nook an tree /ought round, Hit lien nar body cood be vound; Tli;t\ went rite to tha vourteen hatches, 1 ivcivd we swimi , mi mud, an scratches ; I Indaanted, up tha strame again Thay row'd, an drag'd, but twur in vain; An wen aboul ta gie it oer, A chap thay zeed standid on Bhore ; 321 A mainly thay hung thur yeads down, Ta zee stan there, young Harry Brown ! " Well I be blow'd," zed ael tha dree, If this yer baint a purty spree ; Ta zee tha trouble we av took In draigen var thee in thease brook. Bit Harry he begun ta laff, An riled em mainly be his chaff ; " I tell ee wur I've bin," he zed, " An ad a stunnin cozy bed ; Wen you wur gettin out the boat, I droo tha shrubs an trees did grope, An craped as quiet as a mouse, Up gierden an droo fiather's house, Then mead me way ta Bulbrudge varm An slept up in a hay rick warm. An yer I be, zee, zeaf an zound. Not as you thought, ta vind I drown'd." Now zom om grin'd, an zom did swear, An zed it wur a rum affair, Ta draig a river ael tha night, In vain ta wear out straingth and might ; " Look, eers a trim, zee eers a plight, If ad bin drown'd, tid zor'd un right ; Var every biddy now ull laff, An we shill av ta beare ther chaff; Smeart pay var ael tha pains we've took, In draggen var thee in thease brook." 322 Ower hero voun twur gettin hot, Zoo off he purty quick did trot, Var they all vow'd wie one conzent They'd gie un a ducken, vore a went. Bit zoon woold Brown a did appear, Am gied ache a bob fca buy em beer, Wich zeemed ta slack a bit ther wroth, Am one by one they all slunk off. Now wen ya visit fchease yer town, Ya mussen menshun Harry Brown, Ar thease boatmen's anger soom'11 rise, Zoo doont ee vex em, tidden wise, \ 'II neer varget tha night, I'm bound They drag' d var one they thought wurdrown'd. MORAL. T< i prentice bwoys jist let me zay. 1 1 .-. < >:i m never plan ta rin away ; \.u;li\ ally zarve out yer tune, If yon hood el i in, then you can clhiie ; you'll av vree course then to perzue, \\';it ere yer mines mid lade ee too ; I (i re up yer trials wieoul dismay . rk clouds t lia\ '11 Z0013 pass away. iAM^Vv^ GROYELY BARN. How I da like on a zummer's marn, An wen tha zun is nice and warm, Ta zit down by woold Grovely Bain, An raste a bit ; An look about on everything, An hear tha birds za zweetly zing, Vor pleadure ta me heart da bring. As I da zit. Var brings ta I tha woolden day, Wen offen I av come thease way Wie my dear girl, vair an gay, But now she's gone ; Ah ! now she's gone, an laved I here To shed vor she tha zilent tear ; Her mem'ry I da hold mwoast dear Wen I'm alone. Vor offen we inzide the hood Av wak'd about in zolitude, Wen we wur in our lovin mood, Ah ! happy time ! Wen we did wander yarm in yarm, An pick the roses vrom the thorn, An vlowers that za thick da swarm In zummer prime. 324 An wen tha nuts wur gettin brown On leetle bushes on tha down, We ower crooks we'd sheak em down, An av zich vim ; A scramblin zo up in tha tree, W en a good cluster we cood zee, Ah ! happy days wur fchay ta we, Now ael o'ts done. An yon is thick ar girt beech tree Wur many times we've had our tea, An zat us down and had zich glee, My gal an I ; How offen vrom his limbs we've zwung, An oft the merr\ dance begun, Wen our work wur ael a done — An putted by. An wen tha evenin did come roun, Be some girt tree we'd zit ess down, An roun bur weace me yarms 1 vlung, As we zat there, An yeard tha nightingale, za vine, Pour out hur zong in ael hur prime — Wie love it did vill up our mine, We c tin pair. I e, zarrer to me hear! it brings, Wen I da think of ael thase things, Vbr giea me young hear! bitter stings To think on she ; 325 Ah, she that I za well did like, That wur ta be me wedded wife ; O, wat ta I is thease yer life, Bit misery ? Ah Meary, canst thou zee I here A shedden out tha zilent tear, Vor thee who I did love za dear ? Now ael's dispair ; Bit ever till thease life da lest, I'll hold thy mem'ry in my breast, Now thou beest gone away ta rest In Heaven za vair. An still though thou art pass'd away, In thease woold woods I'll offen stray, An think apon tha appy days That we spent here ; An wen thease wordle vrowns an scarns, A passin droo thease life a starms, I'll come an zit be these woold barns, An drap a tear. A FIATHEKS REBUKE TO A LEAZY ZOfl A sheam ya leazy, loppin villin, Mischief thee aelways Inst vilvillin, But dooin good thee't never willin, Ya idle chap. Thee never hoot be woth a shillin, No not a rap. Wat ever doost thee think ta do Thase stormy wordle to get droo, It thee dwoant now ta wirk zet to, As hard as I. Thee belly thee mist pinch an screw, An beggar die. Eere thee doost bide, loppin about, We bhee elbers stickin out , •lisi like one of tha trampin lout, Ar gips) kine. Wi doosen goo? we can do athout, Tha likes a thine. A purty conscience thee hast got Da bide about like any zot, An wen thee's know ow ards me lot A Leabourer poor. Tl in ;i blot, /art in zure. 327 Thy mother she da zit an cry Ta zee thee bout za idle lie, Thee't shurley break hur heart bim by, If thee dwoant mine. Her health thee zadly now dist try, An undermine. I cant maintain thee ael thee days Loppin about in idle ways, Thee beest zo clin'd ta goo astray, An not ta wirk. In everything thee'st disobey, An duty shirk. Why didsen stop we varmer Brown ? He gied thee keep an haf-a-crown, In haf thee clothes, thee too wurts voun, Ael he left off. Thee't rue thee's left un, I'll be boun, Tho' thee's midst scoff. If varmer's wirk thee doosen like, Why doosen do as cuzzin Mike, List vor a zodger, goo an vite, That's wat I'd doo. But there ; thee'ts av to act uprite, An do drill too. If a zodger' s life wunt do, Then vor a zailer thee canst goo ; An, if thee's like ta stick to't true, Thee ther midst rise, An gain a place amang tha crew, An av a prize. 328 Why doosen now at wonce decide ? Aelwys I dwoant want thee ta chide ; I wish thee var thee good, bezide If thee's bide here, Thee nevir oot av bit a pride ; Voke will thee jeer. Tha wirkhouse steers thee in tha feace, Ther thee hoot av ta vine a pleace, Which thee's know'll be a girt disgreace, Bit thy faat quite. No biddy'll pity there thy kease, An zor thee right. Meak up thee mine ta marrer mam, Vor's true as ever I be barn, My will thee purty quick shill lam ; Cos if thee's mean Ta trate I we contrmp an scarn, Thee shat goo clean. Nar nother day I'll keep thee here, I f fchee doosen gean ta persever, Zo now thee's know me purpose clear, Then zet about An vix thy futer life's career, \i- else turn out. .*j*t '-^iAi^^i ^W THA CARTER'S WINTER ZONG, Tha leaves be turnin yaller, Cwold winds begin ta blow, An zoon Jan vrost u'll com along An bring ess ice an snow. But let un com, we dwoant dislike Ta zee his feace at ael, Vor droo tha nites of winter cwold We keeps high vestival. CHORUS. Vor roun tha blazin kitchen vire We drink an smoke away, We tell ower tales, an zing ower zongs, An kiss tha maidens gay. At nite, ow nice ta lay in bade An hear tha storm outzide, An shrug yer showders at tha zound, An wish ya there cud bide. But offen we outzide mist be Apon tha wintry road, But then we knows wat jay twill be Wen we gets worn our load. Vor roun the blazin kitchen vire, &c. 830 Ta get up of a winter's mam An zee snaw on tha groun, It raaly is a purty zite Ta zee it ael aroun, Ta zee tha girt big flakes za white Za thick up in tha air, Ta vind tha ponds ael vrozen tip An everything za bare. Vor roun tha blazen kitchen yire, Sec. TheD in tha bam, zich times as thease, We likes ta dresh ael day, Vor warm an jolly we da get Jist zo twin- zummer gay. Let winter be as sharp as t'will, Eight jolly chaps be we ; Vor glad delight we avs at nite, Za merry an za vree. Vor roun tha blazin kitchen vire We drink an smoke away, We zing ower zongs, an kiss tha maids, We jolly carters gay. ^k DliKSHKX OUT THA CAM. Tha steamers com in ta marrer marn Ta dresh out measters ricks a earn, Za mine ya be ael up ta varm At zix a clock, ta clare tha barn. CHORUS. Vor then we shall za busy be, We'll wirk an zing right merrily, We'll zing gee ho, wen she da blow, An roun the vlowin yale shall go. At zix a clock we ael appear We rite good will tha barn ta clear, Ta len a han, out coins tha Squire, While Zam da lite tha engine vire. Vol" then we ael za busy be, &c. Now Jim da get on top a rick Ta clare away tha thatch za thick, An then we draas the sheen one zide, An on da clap tha strap za wide. Vor then we ael za busy be, &c. Tha steam da hiss, roun she da go, And Zam tha whissle loud da blow, " Ael rite," he cries, " steams up za tite, Zo dresh away we ael yer mite." Vor then we ael za busy be, kc. 332 Jim hans tha sheaves vrim off a rick, We heavy ears za vine an thick, An Tom da put em in tha drum, Which roun da goo we naisy hum. Vor then we ael za busy be, &c. Tha straw vlees out on sheakystair, Tha chaff is blow'd out we the air, But tha clane earn corns rattlin down In girt zack baigs za ard and brown. Vor then we ael za busy be, &c. Thus merrily we ael tha day Da wirk we rite good will away, While swiftly roun tha sheen da goo Until tha rick we av dresh'd droo. Vor then we ael za busy be, &c. Then we da haul away ta barn Tha heavy zacks a goolden earn, That done, we avs a good kick up And drains off many a vlowin cup. Vor then we ael za merrj be Zich jollj chaps, hardj an vree, We zing heigh ho, and loud da cheer, God bless tha j oil \ leabourer. ^ 4^ DIGGIN TE'A-TEES. Wen October alang da draa, Wen tha long nites be gettin raa, Wen rooks in aternoon da caa, An jack vrost jist begins ta knaa, Then fiather zays, " tis now quite time Ta dig ower te'a-tees up za prime." Zo in tha mam we baig an prong, Wen it is lite, we jogs along, Dree jolly chaps, ardy and strong, To te'a-tee groun away we drong ; While mother, she bides in tha cot Ta get, an bring ess breakfist hot. Fiather an I, an Jack, an "Will, Zoon at tha rainks da show ower skill, An zet ta wirk we rite good will, To zee ow many baigs we'll vill, Ar else who vust nil dig a lug, Yore mother, she da bring tha grub. Jack is be-ast man, we zoon da zee, Ta use tha prong, ther's nam like he : He'll dig vive rainks ta ower dree, An leave behin un nar te'a-tee ; A zack, in no time he ull vill, An turn an 1 all' at I an Will. 334 A diggin te'a-tees ael thay ad Kite merrily we wirk away, While ache his utmwoast do display, Which Jack da zay is purty play. Fifteen or zixteen zacks we dig, Zides leetle uns vit vor tha pig. Then wen we've done, a vire we make An scrawl tha ham up we tha rake. Then we zets down ta av a bake, On roasted tea-tees do partake; Zometimes a hit a butter we Da av if mother she dwoant zee. Tis nice, wen diggin time comes round, Ta turn em out thick vrom tha ground; Tis nice ta dig em, when thame zound, Wen vine an thick thay do abound. Tis poor vokes staff tha winter droo, Thout em, what hood poor leahourers do? *'~i '^WRIGHT RIGHT ,-, t - , -^~-_ =J^1 ~ r ^-=» 4 -*Bj THA PUZZLED VOTER. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HUSBAN AN WIFE. Husban just come in vrim Work. WIFE. " Why Bob ! who's think bin yer ta-day? " HUSH AN. " Well, raly Polly, I ca'ant zay." Wife. " Why Squire Jinkins an he's daater, As da live down at Black water." HUSBAN. " Well, and what do em want a we ? Teant oft poor voke thay comes ta zee." WTFE. " Thats true Bob ; I'll tell ee presently, What var thay come ta visit we. Doo'st know ? a Lections purty near, An thay da want yer vote, me dear. Thay ax'd if you wur Bed ar Blue, Be drat if I did know, thats true, 336 Polls licks, thay diden trouble you, Y;i diden keer var Eed nar Blue. At that tha Squire rais'd his peepers An zays : ' what ! dwoant er rade tha peapers, Ta zee whats done in Parleyment, Be gennelmen who there he zent?' eece, I zays : ' Boh rades tha news, Bit twixt em, there yeant much ta choose. He zays, bouth zides in pollyticks Cars on a lot a artvul tricks, Bouath on ems tar'd we tha seam brush, An ta wirkin yoke beant woth a rush. Zoo I'aly, 1 caaut tell ee, Squire, Which on em Bob da mwoastrj mire." HUSBAN. ■• Well Poll, tis right what you've a zed, 1 beant a I Hue, nar ueet a Red, Becos, as vur as 1 can zee, Nam on cni beant no good ta we. 'Tis job ta tell which o'm vrim tother, Thay'in boul as had as one another; Thay bouath da promise this an that, I >ut tis a loi a bosh, thats pat, Var when thay gets in Parleyment, Their mines on other things be bent, \n 1 1 1 . < \ \ argel s v\ hen i hame up t here, VI there nice pi otnises za vair. As var meakin laas, var we poor voke, Till ael goo off in empty smoke." 337 WIFE. " Well Bob, Squire zays tha Blues be right, An var we poor da aelways fight, Zoo I twould'n straite if that wur true I'd zee my Bob shood vote var Blue. Madam a zays, ' tis zartin vacts ; Jist rade yerzelf tha many acts That they've a pass'd var ael tha poor, An blessins brought ta every door.' Thease gran woold Englin he did zay, Wur neer in zich a prosperous way, You, as a wirkin man's good wife, Wur never better off in yer life. Brade is chep, an groceries too, Var ael this you must thank tha Blue ; Agean, jist look and zee, he zays Tha good thay've done in many ways, If yer husban ony looks ta zee, What benefits thay've done var he. If be accident, a now gets hurt, An meets wie mishap at his wirk, His employer he'll have ta pay His wages, long as he's away. Yeant that, yer grievances redressin '.' An to ache wirkin man a blessin '.' " •■':■ # * * * Coose Bob, I cooden well deny Ael that tha Squire zed ta I. " Zoo then I ax'd un bout thase war, An what ower voke wur vi'tin var? 338 A zed, bout twenty yer agoo, We tha Boers we had a fillyloo, An at a place caal'd Juber Hill A regiment nearly tbay did kill ; Gladstin, who wur in power then, Insteeds a zendin out mwore men Vargeed em, and ever zunce thic day, Thav've bused our voke in every way, And swear'd that every Britisher, Thay'd zoon drave out a Africker ; An coose we had ta let em know Jan Bull a hood'nt be trated so. () well I zed, if that be true I'll zee my Bob shill vote var Blue. * * Zoo in a book lie mead a note, As Robot Spencer, Blue, hood vote." IIISBAN. " Well Poll, ya shooden twould un that, 1 dwoanl knaa now what to he at, Vai's I wui' couiin worn la-night, Who shid I zee hit Captin Wright, A passen in he's lioss and trap ; A zays, ' Well Bob, you ni jist tha chap. As I'm a draven out ta zee, 1 wants a Leel le chat we ee ; lin putten up va \ Parlej tnent, An hopes as how ya \\ ill conzeni , 'I'ii. \ i I on poller] daj , \n thai you \\ ill, me vren, now zaj . 339 We Reds, be ael vor wirkin men, An '11 do well vor em you may depen, An nuthen shill thase course prevent, When we da get in Parley ment. Zee, what tha peartys done var you ! An their good Acts, jist rim em droo ! We Reds, tha corn laas did repeal, An now, poor men can av a meal A braden mate, ar braden cheese, When vore their bellies thay mist squeeze, An barley bannicks live apon. That's zartin true upon me zong, Tha Reds bin wirkin ael their life Var tha poor leabourer and he's wife. ' If tbats zoo Captin out I zed, Be drat if I dwoant vote var Red. An then I menshind bout tha war, An what ower voke wur vi'tin var ? I zays, tha Boers lie a rum lot, An zars em right jist what they've got. Var's I da rade tha truth on't wur. Thay dreaten'd we in Africker, If we diden gree wieout delay ! Purty quick thay'd drave ess in tha sac, I hopes if I da vote var you, Zich bwoastin you'll meak em rue, An never trust to em agen, To rule auver any Englishmen." 340 WIFE. " An what did Captin zay ta that? I'm glad ya putt it to un pat, Cos Squire zed tha Lib'rils zure Nearly ael zided we tha Boer." HUSBAN. " O no a zays, tha Boers agen Ull never rule o'er Englishmen, Their geam is up, thay mist zit down In pace under tha British crown. Although tha Beds be geanst tha I'.lncs, We mwoastly holds imperial views ; An now tha Boers be konker'd quite, We Keds ull zoon meak things ael light. ]f this be zo ; then Captin Wright, I promise ee my vote thease night : An vaithvul stick ta what I've zed, On pollen day be voten Red. Then in he's book he mead ;i note As Robert Spenser, Red, hood vote" WIFE. • Well Bob, we'm in a purty stew ! I promis'd Squire ya shoud vote Blue ; He's zich a nice man, a n \ oung Miss Avore she wenl gied Beab a kiss ; An zed she purty zoon did mean, Ta conic an zee ess ael agean. 341 Var my zeak Bob, I hopes as you, On pollen day ull vote var Blue ; An if you'll ony promise this, I'll gie ee zich a lovin kiss ; An praps Miss Jinkins she med too, No knowen what she medden do. Now zay you will ; now there's a dear ; Bout Captin Wright ya need'n vear. HUSBAX. " Why Poll ya do get auver I, Var what ya ax, who can deny ; Thay eyes a yourn, da pierce I droo, Anything amwoast thay'll meak I do. Bit dang it, what ull Captin zay ? If I votes Blue on pollen day." WIFE. Why he wunt knaa, ya zilly elf, Unless ya tell's un zo yerzelf ; Tha votens done in sacrit now, No one ull vind it out, I vow." HUSBAN. " Ael right me dear, anuffs bin zed, I'm tired out, an longs var bed ; When there, praps I med drame a bit How to get out a thase yer clit. * * * =:; * Pollen day. Husban just retitmed. WIPE. " Well now dear Bob, now tell I true, Did'ee ar didn'ee vote var Blue 34 -2 Come zay, an zet me mine at rest, J '11 keep it sacrit in me breast. No bidclys about, and nooan'll bear. Now do ee tell I, there's a dear." HUSBAN. " Well Poll, I do believe ya'd draa A sacrit out a ower Jack Daa. Well then, jist bear bow I did vote, An mine on it teak proper note : Twix Beds and Blues, tid beat tha Devil ! Ta vind who's right ; I mead em level : At bouatb o'ms neam, 1 put a cross, An zoo var I, thame IIoss, and Hoss, As we da zay in skiddle alley, "When tha scorin it da tally. Zoo if Squire he da caal on we, Tell un I mead a cross war he. An if Captin should tha subject neam, I'll zay, I zard un jist tha seam." " Well Bob, ya bin an done it now, A puitv artvul trick I vow : Var goodness seak dwoant let it out, Ar vine neam we shood av about; Var zartin /hit, you an yer wife, 1 1 -oil be twitted weM ad our life. I hopes till be ;i underd year Vore Qother Lection, we avs here." AP» MEAKEN OUT THA ZENSUS PEAPER, HUSBAN TO WIFE. " What's thic blue peaper there : top a teable? " WIFE. " A puzzler, Jarge : explain un I beant yeable ; Woold Vowler brought un in here tother day. An zed nex Monday, he'd be vetch'd away. When ax'd about it, he cut zich a keaper, Drat tha ooraan ; tis tha Zensus Peaper. Zensus, I zays : What, do em want ta rob Poor voke a what leetle there's in their nob A zart a grin'd, an zed twerden no joke ; King Edderd wants tha number of he's voke. I zays, nuthen we hant yeard about it ; A zays, rade tha peaper if ya dout it. An then a axed if arn a we cood write, O eece, I zays, we can. Then thats ael right ; 344 Structions be printed on tha peaper plain, Zoo mine he's ready gean I caals again, Var time da vlee, main ot I got ta do, An mist be Monday night tha job get droo. Right droo thease Parisli a Langvird Steeple, I've got to get tha number a tha people. Ael right, I zays, Jarge nil sure ta do it, When he've rade tha peaper, an zees droo it." HUSBAN. •• Well, han tha peaper here, get pen an ink, Let's vill un up, whiles on it I da think ; Var Monday mam I med be in a clit, An goo ta wirk vargetten ael about it ; Var it teant done, gean Vowler he corns round, I zees that thay can vine ess quite a pound. Zoo stop the childern's prattle now a bit, An roun tha kitchen teable ael o'ee zit. Vitelline : is var my neam ; well, that's Jarge Brown, \i 1 da know that, as lives in thease here town ; Next : Head of a vainly ; a coose I be, Ant 1 got a wile, an me cliildern dree '.' Tha next is M, or P, ooman ar man, A leetle question I dwoant unnerstan ; 1 aelwys thought a husban wur a man, A wile a ooman, diden you, me Nan'.' i ii da zeem ta I mwoast martil quare, To ax a zill\ question like that are. 345 Next item, Age : well that I zoon ull do, Vust a August las, I wur thirty two. Then as to my perfession, ar me wirk, A question too, I beaut agwaiu ta shirk. Fi'ather wur a Carter, an I'm a Carter too, Var Varmer Vincin, as lives down Bell Vue. Ta be a varmer's man yeant no disgrease : Zom starchier yoke av got a wusser pleace. Wur wur I barn : why voke da knaa Jarge Brown, Wur barn'd an bred in thease yer leetle town ; An wur I av a lived ael droo me life, Christen'd, convirm'd, and married to a wife. As to condition, dumb, zilly, ar blind, Thank God, me zite is good, an zoos me mind ; Aelthough me wife zometimes caals I ninny, An I she, at which boath oance da grinny; I'm zoun in lim, nar beant gone off me hook, Nar neet praps zich a vool as I da look ; Tho zometimes I'll own, when tilings gets out a rut, A chap's clin'd ta think, a mist be off he's nut. W^ell now, I've vnish'd up thease yer vust line, An what's put down is true, I'll swear, an zign. Now Missus, you comes nex ; What's yer rite neam ? Anser vair an square, ya needen be a sheam." WIFE. " Why, Jarge ! ya knows tis Frances Annie, Tho zometimes I'm caaled Nan, an zometimes [Fanny.' 1 34f> HUSBAN. " Frances Annie. Well, I've putt that down, Male or female : well that fcha lot da crown, Ael as ever I did hear, ar ever zee ; As tho a She cood be putt down as He. Well, now yer age : now Nancy, tell it true, When we wur married, you wnr twenty-two ; That's zix year agoo, if you remember, Come tha twenty-haighth a nex Zeptember. Zoo I'll putt it down here, ael vair and straight, That Fiances Annie Brown is twenty-haight." WIPE. " Now that's a fib, var zartin, Jargy Brown, Zoo dwoant get putten zich a cracker down ; I know, when we wur wed, I zed ta you, I thought me age wur ard on twenty-two ; Bit sister Zal, who's years woolder then I, Zays she's bit twenty-zeven nex July. Zoo if that's het, as true as I'm alive, Las birthday I wur ony twenty-vive ; Zoo putt that down, and dwoant bodder no mwore, About my age, var that be right I'm zure." HUSBAN. ' Now look here, Nan, I'll draa tha line an vix, ?er age las birthdaj asjist bwenj /ix ; I'm zure twunt never do var you to try, An pass as zeven year younger than I. \ .0 loud In' notic'd quick, an I'll be bound, Var written libs thay'd vine ess thic thar pound ; 34' As I zees be raden thay've power ta do. If we da write down here what idden true. Now, Nancy, wur wur ee barn : zay ine dear, Ya av twould I, twur no where handy here ; What County wur't, Village, ar tha Town? Cos it da zay it mist be ael putt down.'' WIFE. " Why shood em know, Jarge ! what dicklus stuff: Putt down Lunnen, thats plenty near anuff. Zackly tha pleace : I cooden mine it now, Bit twur zome peart a Lunnen, that I vow. Var that's wur mother liv'd when I come down. An took a pleace near thease yer leetle town, As parlour maid, up there at Wincom Grove, And were we I ya know ya vill in love." HUSBAN. "Eece, I'll put that down, till do mainstunnen, An let em zee me wife come vrim Lunnen ; Tho I be clined ta think 'tis ony fancy, Var yer taak beant like a cockney, Nancy. As ta condition, ya beant blind, nar diff, Nar dumb I swear; not when we avs a miff. '.' *K 4* 3f? 3fC ^ Zoo that da vinish up tha second line, An ael I've put is true ; I swear an zigu. Well, now about the childern, let me zee ; Two strappen'bwoys, a beaby maid, that's dree; 348 Ther's Jack an Jim, now what's tha Beab ta be? She hant bin neam'd ar christen'd heet ya zee. We must put zummat, spocse we /ay Fanny, Ar utter you me dear, an neam her Annie." WIFE. •• Begar, no Jarge : that shaant never be; One neam's anuff in one vamily. If she's neam'd Annie, till be auver town, Which o'm de mane: woold Nance, ar young Nance [Brown ; Ower nayburs toe tid mainly bother, To tell which vrim thic, ar thease vrim fcother. We'll av it Haignes, ar else Dorothy ; Tha last is a sweet purty name, ya zee." Hl'SHAN. •• Hece, an thay'd caal her Doll ail droo her life; No, no, we mussen av t bat ar me wife. New, what about Lizer, we caantbeat tha'.' w 111;. ■ Why, then thay'd call her Lize, ya zee girt vlat." BUSBAN. " Well, I spoose tha\ hood, now, what do ee zay '.' Var ta av ho- neam'd and christen'd Ma\ . win. Well 1 shood like thai ; look sharp, put it down, Thay wunl be yeable ta niokneam " May Brown," II. zix weeks oii\ las Xaddeid\ ; Zoo mine bis zettled : Beaby's neam Is May." 349 HUSBAN. " Ael right, I very zoon ull putt that down, May, the daater a Jarge an Annie Brown. * * * * * --:-. " Well, now I've vinish'd up ; an every line Is zartin true ; zoo here Jarge Brown I'll zign." wife. " Jist stop a minit, let I look it droo ; Why tha bwoys age, ya av lave'd out that's true." HUSBAN. " An zoo I av ; Well, Jack a will be vive In August nex, if then he be alive ; Zoo, I mist putt mi vawer, dwoant ee zee ; An leetle Jimmy he is hard on dree, Zoo I mist ony putt two year var he. Nuthen's tha matter we nam o'nis noddle, Main cute thay wur vore thay cood toddle. Ther zites be good, thame zound in wind an lim, Two strappen youngsters be our Jack and Jim." " Zoo now I think that's ael ther is ta do, Bit praps you, Nan agean, had baste look droo." WIFE. •• Eece Jarge I will ; well, purty rite da zeam, Zoo now I thinks as you can zign yer neam." HUSBAN. '•Gie me tha pen, an in me baste roun han, I'll zign Jarge Brown in girt bwould letters gran ; An let Vowler zee I be a schollard, Aelthough tha plough I ael me life av voller'd ; Zoo when a caals, a need'nt rant nar keaper, Nar zay as ow we spwil'd tha Zensus Peaper." V NOTICE TO WIT. A DIALOGUE (>N T THA LEABOUE QUESTION, BY JARGE AND FRED: TWO VARM LEABOURERS. FRED. '■ Well, Jarge, how be you this marnen ? Teanl true I hopes, you've had warnen Var to clave out yer leetle cot, An to gie up yer te'atic ])lot ? ( !os eecesterdy, I did hear zaj , Ya'd shurley av fca goo away ; II' zoo, I be main zorry var ee, Var to ee mist be, /.art a wurry." 3 VBGE. " UJece, Naybour Fred, lis zarfcin true, Vriin here I zo ill have fca goo : Notice, come be pwoasl this marnen, Gie mi I a varl nighi 's warnen ; \';i l I. . el, i re Olll me Iret |c eofc, Aii gie up boo, me gierden plot. 1 is wa nteed va r a aodder man, An I misi shift jisfc wur I can." 351 FRED. " Well, dally Jarge, thats nayshun hard, Varmev vor you got no regard ; You, who av wirk'd apon his Ian Var vorty year, I unnerstan : An in thic cot wur bred an barn, An yer fiather too avore, I larn; Ther mist be zummat much amiss Vor he ta zarve ee jist like this. An dwoant ee know what tis about, That he shood waant to turn ee out, At zich a leetle notice, too ; Why, Jarge : whatever will ee do ? ' : .TAKGE. " Tha vact ou't is vren, dwoant ee zee, My two big bwoys is leavin he ; Tlier time wur up at Micklemiss, An varmer zays it comes ta this : If thay da lave, I mist goo too ; An zoo whatever can ess do ? Girt strappen chaps my zons now be, An got a bit a larnin, zee, An thay twould measter purty plain Thay wurden gwain ta gree again. Thay'd had anuff a varm wirk now, An longer hooden vollie plough. It /eei ns a zed, if that be zoo, Yer fiather he nil av ta goo ; Var 1 mist av a man wie bwoys, An ael on em be my employees : 352 ; baste consider what you'm Join, Var on yer parents twill bring ruin [f you intends to goo awa\ , An longer on my varm wunt sta\ ; At once thay'U av ta lave ther cot, An gie np, too, tha te'atie plot." FRED. •■ A, Jarge : 1 can zee droo it now. A zart a ticklish job I vow ; No .lout, up/ets yerzelf an wife, Especially at your time a life : Var spoose ya ba'nt a got much hear! Vrim yer own neative pleace to peart ? Tho coose, me vren, it stans to razon, \ armer wants chaps ta gree ilia sazon. \ ; Ian mid zoon get out a tillage, Var wan: a leabour in tha village : ^ a zee, you've got to Buffer now, I is your bwoys wunt stick to tha plough, A.s a< 1 ther Bathers av avore, Vi ther har.l Lots in pa\ shins bore : Ii sims varm wirk, bwoys be scornen ; Now they've got s b a larnin. i , i pit) this yer eddicat ion, c i;h zich sturbince in tha oaj shen ; [lage bwoys wunt zett le down, Ael lonj ta zom girl tow n, i ta j am a bil mwore monej ; I lit i here, thaj 'II vino" t< anl ael hi mej . 353 Vrim marn till nite thay'll av ta wirk, Noo gadden bout, an duties shirk ; Lots o'm ull miss when thay be thayre Ther wholesome grub and pure vresh hayer, An wish therzelves back worn agean, Unless ta stick it thay da mean. Bit what da your bwoys mean ta do ? I hope their leavin thay wunt rue." JARGE. " Ta stop em Fred, main hard I've tried, Their mother too, she zob'd an cried ; A fchinkin bout their gwain away, Bit teant no good, nam o'm ull stay. Thay /ays, thame off to Luunen town, An up there gwain ta zettle down, As Porters on zome Railway Startin at vawer bob a day. Car'line I'm zure ull brake her heart, When the time comes var we ta peart. Ony las night as ever war, We baig'd em ta stop anodder year. Bit no, thay'd promis'd young Tom C'hown Who've got em plazin up in town. An av zent passes vor their vare. On Monday nex thay hood be there. It sims he've got em logins too An zoo ya zee what can ess doo '.' We needen vrel ther gwain away — Tha zays : nor think thay'll rue tha day. 354 An if varmer, da turn ess out, Zummat ull turn up thay dwoant dout. An if it dwoanl thay'll zoon come down An teak ess back ta Lunnen town. Bit coose, at ower time a life, Dwoant want ta goo, nar neet me wife." FRED. " I be main zorry Jarge var you, Bit as ya zays, what can ee do. YtT zons be up strappen young men, Anil turn out well ya may depen, Bouath on em be purty steady An var any work be ready. Anil < clarin zoon a hood be down Wie a zickener a Lu o town, I'. • thay win- wrong, a stuck ta wirk, An diden drink, nar duties shirk ; \n now he's like ;t gennelman I ii .1 pleace a t rust I unnerstan. I >al ee notice mi at Whitzuntide 1 1".\\ ael he's voke win- vnll a pride, their 'Tom draste out za smart ? \n man) a maid ad yeaken bearl 355 When a zed tha last good bye ta thay, Tha marnen as a went away. Ower voke wunt zoon varget Tom Chown, Las time a com vrim Lunnen town. Zee, what percyveranee it ull do If you sticks hard, honest an true ; An I dwoant dout bit what yer bwoys In yer woold years ull bring ee joys." JARGE. " I'm much ablig'd, an thank ee, Fred, Var tha kind wirds, you av a zed ; Doant dout bit what me bwoys ull do, Var bouath on em be just an true : I've brought em upas haste I cood, Evils to shun, an hold whats good, Thay aelways wur good bwoys an happy, Ant bused therzelves we drink nar baccy. An that bouath on em will turn out A credit to ess I dwoant dout, Tho coose we veels, tis ardish lot Ta av ta lave ower leetle cot ; Tha thoughts on't vills ower eves wie tears, Atter biden there za many years. Tis a trial zoar, bit never mind, Another whoam tha Lord ull vind, Med er, gie ess straingth ta here ower lot, When we da lave ower leetle cot." \ Alt TAT: Oil THA LAMPLIGHTER AN III A BANDSMEN Tom Light, be wur a Lamplighter, In ower leetle town ; W'ui nearlj ael be's life he'd bin A runnen up an 'in i oi be's glass, likew ise be's pipe, An in. n\ compnj too. mi of a winter's night, t >w iftly tn an vro ; he's ladder on Ins showder, An vlamin torch aglow. 357 It wur a zite, var like a sprite, Ar zom imp ar ghost ; He'd up he's ladder run ta light Ache lamp on wall ar pwost. Twur in tha days, when lamps wur lit We cotton wick an oil ; An not ta be compared we thase Var now, teant haaf tha toil. Caas now ya zee, tha Lamplighters Does weout ladders quite, Thay cars a rod, an turns a tap, Then zets tha gas alight. Their ups an downs, beant nuthen like, As in them days thay were, Var now a ladders ony used, Var clanen ar repair. * * * * Ower hero, Tom, var thirty years, Tha town lamps had lighteed, An bwoasted oft, in ael that time, A never had bin vrighteed. Till one dark night, bout Crismis time, Atter a heavy snow ; He on he's rounds, zuddenly met We a terryable blow. Zummat bad struck un in tha yead, Bit what a didden know, Bit he we ladder, torch, an ael, Went sprawlen in tha snow. 358 An i here he led, till consciousness Return'd to un agean ; Then look'd aroun ta zee who twur, 1 > i t fchay had l)olteed clean. Pitch dark it wur ; nar he lie's torch Cood he a voot print vind ; Ael wur as quiet as tha dade, Seave tha keen whistlin wind. Poor Tom wis in a zorry plight, Tha blow, it mead 'n stagger; A ^wore a oath what he hood do, When a cotch'd tha baiger. That day, Tom had bin drinken, We his vren Zainmy Chubb, An caas bwur Crismis time ache had Vive gooes a Rum an Shrub. A plodded whoam as baste a cood, Mi- wife wur villi a vright, When she cotch'd zite tha Lamplighter, Looken /a ghastly \\ iiite. '■ \\li\ man alive ! " za\s she ta Torn, Whatever is tha matter'. 1 " Xa\s Toin, "1 thinks Woold Sick, jist new. Trj 'd hard me yead ta batter." Vai I come whoam, droo Bun com Lean, 1 iint we zich a blow ; Which like a rabbi! knock'd me down Amang t ba ice a o snow . 359 An as nar martil man wur bout, Ar I'd bin on un quick ; Thay mist a vanish 'd unnergroun, Var zartin : twur Woold Nick. Tha good wife laff d, an thought Tom's brain Must zurely be affected ; An heet, she thought it very strainge No martil wur detected. If twur zomebiddy who'd a got A grudge ageanst poor Tom : How wurt that a diden zee Which way tha blow come vrom ? She know'd her usbin when in drink, Aelways wur za meller ; Especilly when a com'd across, Another jovial feller. He own'd that Zammy Chubb an he, Thic night had bin tagether ; An two'r dree extry draps had had, Cos it wur cwoold weather. Ael night poor Tom was very queer, An giddy in he's yead ; Zoo in tha marn, he's wife zet off Ta zee woold Doctor Stead. Tha good man smil'd when she t would he, About her usbin's plight ; Zoo he perscribed a draat, an pills, That zoon hood put un right. 360 Tom book tha draat, likewise tha pills, Winch aised an purty quick : Bit still swore he wur zet apon, Be nooan less then Woold Sick. Var as a zed : " fco ael tha voke About here I've bio civil ; Zoo who hood drarne ta zar me zo, 1! i werden ihic Woold Devit ? X atter, at he's vaverit Pub, A caal'd ta a\ he's beer ; Tha Laniard /ays: " Why, Mister Light, 1 hear you've bin main queer." ■ Eece, zoo I have," zays Tom ; "bit now I .ii veelin purty right ; Tha vact on'1 wur, tha Devil he Zet at me tother night." Va mines thic day we had tha snow? Well, commin vrim me round, Th\ sly woold baiger come behine An vcll'il me ta tha ground. \n there I led, like one who's .lade, \\ i- not a zawl about ; Nor neel a vooi pi inl on tha snow . Zoo twin' he, thei's no doubl ." I . inlard laffd, an zed " now Tom, I I , on'll ,-i Bacril keep, I'll tell ee boul a leel le pl< >l n a heap." 361 Tom promis'd un apon he's oath, Be that a hood be bound, Ta keep tha sacrit tight as wex, An not let out a zound. " Tha vact o't is then, tother night, When snow wur vallen down, Ower Bandchaps who had bin ta play At zom veast out a town ; Wur commin whoam, be Bunconi lean, An zeed you eommin, zee, One on em zays, ' vers woold Tom Light, Lets av a bit a spree.' A lot a snowballs thay mead up, Za ard an big an round ; Nar wonce thought a tha atterclaps, Ael be'n in drink vull zound. Zoo in tha woold cart shed thay hod, An when ya did goo bye, Ache on em, a girt big snowball At you thay did let vly. It seems thay knock'd ee sprawlin, An when on groun ya lay, Thay repented o their volly, An cuss'd their vowl play. Bit when in time ya did come to, An stan on groun agean, Ael o'm zed, thay wur za thankvul, As yarm thay diden mean. :J62 Twur a nasty shabby business, Playen on ee zich a trick ; An ael on em too, yer townsmen, Zoo dwoant ee l)leam " Woold Nick." Now mine what I've a twould ee, Dwoant let fchase sacrit out, You'll come up zides we em zom day, There idden tha least doubt." Poor Tom win' struck we meazemint, \' what tha Laniard zed; Var a aevir dram'd twur snowballs As knock'd un off he's yead. II. own'd he'd had a drap a drink, Cos it wur za chilly, I'.ii twurden nut't'ta stagger un, \ werden drunk nar zilly. He roll'd he's eyes, he shook his vist, Be drow'd he's yarms about; \n swore a oath, be'd meak em rue, A\ ore tha week wur out. Zo be Yoiin out thai Zadderd) , T ■ Band win- gwain to play, To a ( Jlub veast at Humbledon, About dree mile awaj . \n well a know '(i ia get I bere I bay, Misi goo droo Buncom lean, \n tood be ard on midnight, Vore thay return'd agean. 363 Well prim'd thay be, var zartin sure, Var ael o'm lik'd their beer ; Zays Tom, " I'll bet I'll stagger em, An meak em quake var vear." Zoo Zadderdy, when he had done, A douten of he's lamps, At tha dark shed in Buncom lean, A waiteed var tha scamps. A girt sheeps skin a had got on, Auver a girt white clout, A Devil's mask cover'd he's veace, We harns a sticken out. An in one han he held he's torch, In tother a girt prong. Wie light ta zet tha torch ablaze, Zoo as thay come along. He yeard tha woold Church clock het twelve, As he peep'd out tha shed ; Bit not a zoun a vootsteps heet, Twur quiet as tha dead. Anodder wait, then as tha chimes Clang'd out tha haaf atter, Down vur end of tha lean he yeard Tha returnen Bandsmen's chatter. On, on thay com'd, a jovial crew, Zom staiggeren to an vro, Shouten, zingin, an zom tryen Their insterments ta blow. 364 Twur plaain, that mwoast on em wur tight, Be their unsteedy tread ; Thay leetle thought a that which wur Awaken em ahead. Pitch dark it wur, there wur no moon, An lamps wur ael put out, Tha leetle town wur wrapp'd in gloom, No /.awl there wur about. Then as tha) near'd the vatevul shed, In road, Tom took he's stan, An we uplifteed vlamin torch, Waiteed fcha comen Ban. Tha vusi ta zee, a halteed shart, A cooden waig no vurder ; I'm Like a madman heller'd out, ci acky, murder ! murder ! ! Tha girl trumboon, vill vrim he's hans, 1 lis hair stood boll uprighl : I [e's Laigs shook Like a aspen Leaf, \- he Look'd at tha zight. Tha tothers zoi »n ci mie amblin on, \t-\ o'm we drink wur daz'd, zeed tha apperition stan, An we sheer vrighl wur maz'd. I I be tha 1 >evil ar lie's ghost, Tha Leetle Di ummer zed ; /. ome and hold me tight. !■',! <■ I shall zoon be di ad. 365 He vlung tha drum apon tha groun, Behine un tried ta hide, An wish'd ther'd bin a hawl in un, Var to a crope inzide. Zom vew on em, vill on their knees, An loud begun ta pray ; Tha zoberer ones, bolted an drow'd Their insterments away. Tom hiss'd, then bellerd like a bull. An we he's dree grain'd prong, Beckon'd tha vrighteed musickers, We he ta goo along. " Dear Devil ; do ee let ess goo," Zays the lader o tha Ban, " We'll promise never to do yarm, To ooman, child, ar man. We owns we ael av zinners bin, An unkine to our wives ; Bit nevir agean ; nar neet get drunk, If you'll speer ower lives." Tom thought that now, he'd had revenge, Appearin as Woold Nick, He better zoon meak hiszelf skierce, Vore thay voun out tha trick. He weav'd tha torch, then put un out, An we a awvul groan, Took to he's heels like lightenen ; An lav'd tha Ban aloane. 366 Tha skin an clout a zoon drow'd off, Tha harn'd mask vrim he's yead ; Atl unperceived a rach'd he's cot, An zoon wur snug in bade. A.s var tha Ban, when thay'd regain 'd Their veet an zenses quite ; To their girt jay, thay voun Woo Id Nick Had vanish'd out a zite. Ael mead var whoam as vast they cood, Thic vatevul Zundy main ; An their zad vright, an wretched plight, Thay wunt varget I warn. Ache swore a sacrit shood be kep, Not one should tell he's wife ; Var it twur know'd, a laft'en stock Thay hood be ael droo life. Twin years avore thay voun it out, Thaj even now da dout it : Aelthough Tom an tha Laniard too, Eave twould em ael aboul it. 367 MORAL. Now good vrerts, if ya plays a joke, Ar trick, on vren ar voe, Ya mussen be zaprised zom day, If they da zar ee zo. If you caant stummick zich like things. Tho, tended var a geam, You adden better practis em, Less you can glutch tha seam. 'I'll A >TTI.' I> IK BUNT. Tis haighl a'clock, a bright May marn, \n down fcha vlow'ry mead ; \ crowd a voke, we yelpip hounds, Be Naddera bainks is zeed. Var mai aen praj 'r ; church bell da toll, Tha dooer is aupen wide ; I '.it on} two'r dree totterin voke I - zeed fca goo inzide. Var tis tha annal < >tter I [unt, \n z;i \ me tha weather, min, vrim town, an tha} aroun hurryen tagether. 369 Maing crazy-bets, and cuckoo vlowers, An, maing dewy grasses ; Come spourtsmin in ther jackets green, Along we gaiter'd lasses. Tha Cuckoo's ever welcome note Za mellar vills tha grove ; An vrim yan copse, a Nightingale, Za sweetly trills he's love. Tha, zun shines vrim a cloudless sky, Zoft winds waffs gentle gales ; Tha hounds begin ta snuff tha scent, Their yelpen vills tha vales. Tha Maaster blows he's zilver barn ; Hounds, knaa tha welcome call, An headlong in tha zilvery stream, Tha laders rush asprawl. Ael up an down, tha streamlet thay : We hager eyes da look, Thay poke their leetle noses in Ta every leetle nook. Tha brillent Kingvisher*s loud wail. Vloats on tha marnen air, As maingst the wilier roots, the hounds Disturbs his pacevul lair. An to an vro, on hache baink go, Thase merry huntin voke ; We poles, ta leap tha ditches wide, An inta shallers poke. 370 On, on, fchay go, we skip an jump O'er hedges, ditches, stiles. Weout ado ; tha lasses too ; Beamin we artless smiles. Tha vlooded mead, nooan o'm da mine, Nar muddied ; nar wet veet, Zich leetle things, thay trate we scarn, When Otter Hounds da meet. Now to bha withy hade thame come : Ael lie arts goo pit a pat, A bwoy da swear : a Otters there, Zome zed, praps twur a rat. A village yokel, looken on, Bawls out, '• lar bless me zawl : If I did'n zee a yiuty thing Kin inta thic girt hawl." An leetle Lucy, vows she zeed, A Otter near tha drawin ; Zoo huntsman puis tha hounds ta wirk A yelpen an a pawen. Ei s hiden in tha trunk vax zure. Tha hager spourtsmin cry ; If zoo ; we zoon nil have un out, Ar knaa tha razon whj . Jack : bring tha Leetle spanniel here ; Ele'll zoon the trunk azend : Now spourtsmin ;ul, look purty sliai p, I le'll holt oul totlii v end. 371 The leetle spanniel did bow wow, Ta scare poor leetle Otter, An Jack, zoon at tha tother end, Zings out, begar I've got her. We zitemint ael, turn'd var ta zee : Ther's no misteak in that, There wur tho : var Jack in he's yarms, Held vast a Tabby Cat. A roar a laffen then went up, Vrim thay as rin'd ta zee ; Poor puss wur vreed ; an zoon wur perch'd. Up in a wilier tree. " Well ! well " ! zays ael tha spourtin voke ; " Dear me," zays leetle Lucy, " How coold I zoo mistaken be, Not ta know a pussy." Her brother, he mist teak tha blame, Cos he hadden taught her ; To discern a Tabby Cat Vrim a river Otter. Ael latfd, but nooan look'd merrier, Then tha good woold Maaster, Who wur za glad ; Puss hadden met, We any cruel disaster. Tha hounds look'd on, we tearvul eyes, Ae) on em convounded ; Ta zee thic cat rin up tha tree, Thay look'd up astounded. 372 On topimvoast branch, we gleamin eyes; Puss watch'd tha dreaded voe, Yelpen an racin vuriously, Aroun tha tree below. Var Otter vlesh an blood thay wur Ael crazy to get at, An veil disgusted when thay voun : Twur nurlieii bit a cat. The day wore on ; no luck at ael, Tha\ uooden vine ther quarry; Zoo hungry back ta kennels went, Tha hounds, looken main zorry. Tha spouilen men, an lasses too: No vurder keer'd ta roam, Zoo gather'd up ther skirts an staves, An zoon mead tracks vor whoam. An thus did end, thic Otter Hunt, In merrie month a Ma\ . When Tom the drowners Tabby Cat Led ael tha vield astray. Now spourten voke, when next ya hunt Tha Nadders windin water; I. "I< up yer Nateril Histerx . Ta i.-]] ee Cat vrim Otter. May, 189 . GLOSSARY . OF WILTSHIRE DIALECT WORDS SPOKEN IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF SALISBURY. Compiled by E. SLOW, Author of the Wiltshire Rhymes and Tales. SALISBURY : R. R. EDWARDS. Castle Street, 79,146. INTRODUCTION The most prominent features of the Wiltshire Dialect (as indeed it is in all the counties comprising the ancient kingdom of Wessex) is the substitution of the letter Z for S, V for F, and often Y for H, thus : " Zam for Sam, Varmer for Farmer and Yead for Head, &c." For instance (Zi Gabblet wur draven a drove a pigs ta Zalsbury market one Tuesday, an a strainger ax'd un who tha leetle pigs belonged to? " Why thicky thar woold zow," zays Zi, yes ; but I mean who's the owner? "Why Varmer Zimkins " zays Zi. "How much do you expect to get for them in the market" zays strainger? "Well, as things da goo in tha pig line" zays Zi, "I specs thay'll vetch baight ar nine shillins a yead." To those not resident in this immediate neighbourhood some of these words will no doubt appear foreign and misgivings may arise as to their being genuine dialect, but every word here set down I have heard from the mouths of our labouring folk, not be it observed, by those residing in, or near to, our country towns where the good old patois is fast disappearing ; but by the old fashioned peasantry dwelling in remote villages and hamlets scattered here and there over our Wiltshire downs, and who rarely come in contact with the "Arrys and Arriets" from town with their jaw breaking jargon. In my many long rambles, I have purposely engaged in con- versation with the Shepherd on the down, the Ploughman in the field, the Woodman and Keeper in the copse, and the General Labourer about the farm, in order to glean from their own mouths words in their purest simplicity. On these occasions I invariably used the broadest vernacular I am capable of, so that it never once entered their minds, or had they the remotest suspicion (A chiel was amangst them fcakei notes). I have had the great pleasure of hearing from their own lips most of the Dialect Tales already published. I make no pretence whatever to give the etymology of the words contained in this Glossary, that happily has now been accomplished by- abler pens than mine. * The pronunciation is a somewhat difficult matter, different localities have different pronunciations. Take the word Home, pronounced Worn, IVhoam and Wimm. For instance (Bob zays'Td got a good mine to goo Worn, Zunday," "Why, whats want ta goo Wimm var," zays Jarge? "Why, hassen yeard, Jarge," zays Dan? " Why Bob there, 's gwain ta be caal'd Whoam on Zunday, an I specs he wants to goo an yer if Passen rades it out aelright.") Cold is also pronounced Cwoold or Cawuld. Pudding, Pudden or Pooden, &c. Philologists and writers of CountyDialects are one and all lamenting the decadence of the language of our forefathers as a speech. But it is gratifying to know that the English Dialect Society has done a grand and noble work in preserving for all time our various County Dialects in their inimitable publications. I trust my humble efforts have in some measure assisted this preservation. The Author of the Wiltshire Rhymes and Tales. Wilton, 1908. * See the English Dialect Society's Publications. GLOSSARY OF- WILTSHIRE WORDS, A. B. Abeare, to endure Ballyrag, abuse Ackerdish, awkward Baig, bag Acoose, of course Barm, yeast Ache, each Bavin, an untrimmed faggot Ael, all Bandy, a crooked stick Ael-a-mang, all among Bandy-laiged, bow legged Ael-in-a-charrn, all talking Barnicles, spectacles together Baignet, bayonet Ael-a-skew, all on one side Baiger, a beggar Agg, to hack Bailee, the bailiff Agean, again Bannicks, barley' cakes Agog, eager Backur, tobacco Ails, the beards of barley Barken, a rick yard Alius, always Backzide, the back yard Amwoast, almost Becaal, to abuse Amper, to hinder Begar, an exclamation Anighst, near to Bezom, a broom Anchor, the chape of a buckle Beant, am not Anotomy, a very thin person Beest, are you Apast, after Bellar, to cry like a bull Apse, a door fastener Bee-hackle, straw, hive covering Archet, the orchard Bennetts, withered stalks of Arnery, plain looking grass Arra-one, never a one Bist, art thou Arg, to contradict Bivver, to tremble Arn, one, tbe converse of nam Bide, to stay Ashen, made of ash Bissen, you are not Ast, ask Binch, bench Athout, without Bird-battenen, catching birds Atterclaps, consequences at night Athirt, across Bird-squoilin, killing birds with Atter, after stones Auver, over Bin, been Auver-drow'd un, upset it Bime bwye, bye and bye Auverrachen, unfair dealing Bill-hook, a chopper with Avore, before hooked point Aveard, afraid Bloomin-hot, excessive heat Awun , own Boys love, the herb southern- Ax, to ask wood Brow or Brash, brittle Burrow, a rabbit's hole Billis, bellows Bibbity-bobbin, jumping up and down Blades, waggon shafts Blooens, blossoms Blab, to tell secrets Blood-alley, the taw marble Blackbob, a cockroach Black pooden, pudding made of pig's blood Blackymoor. a Negro Bloody-warriors, the dark wall- flower Blare, to bellow Blurt, to speak bluntly Bobbish, pretty well in health Bouarden, made of board Boreshores, hurdle stakes e, to press Browbeat, to bully Bran-new, quite new Bruckly, brittle Bread-an-cheese, mallow seeds s, braces Bram l ickle, a stickleback minnow Brack, an opening Ige, I lie bridge Butty, Bust, to burst ones Burlin, removing knots from cloth or felt Bunch b vives, the fist Bumbaili i . th( i off • mallet old, bi boil Bwony, b i on C. meddl Cass'n, can you not Cackle, small talk Caig-maig. inferior meat Carr, to carry Carriage, a drain Cantankerous, quarrelsome Caavy, a childish fellow Caal'd whoam, publishing the banns Caakin, to cry like a hen Cam, corn Cestificat, certificate Chimley, chimney Chidlins, pigs inwards Chop, to barter Charrin, household work Chuck, to throw Chayers, chairs Childern, children Chile, child Charm, confusion Chimps, potato shoots Chern, to churn Chaak, chalk Chap, a young man hi. to chew Chillempton, (hillhampton Clane, clean Clod-hopper, a clumsy fellow er, the tongue clap, to put in clump, a knot of fcri :kers, pattens ( lodpole, an awkward fellow ( laps, to cla i Inn, to climb Clout, a blow i lapsknife, a pi ckel knife Cluster-a-vive, the lUt Clumps, av. kwa id feet Clit, confu ( llaa, to claw Comical, queer, cui ■in bidder, call to a horse i cksure, certain Conl,. the nose i ni ia p luiii. a coiitrivan i m. could'sl Cooden, could not Coathed, a peculiar sheep disease Cow-babby, a childish fellow Conker-berries, fruit of the dog rose Cooch -grass, fiberous grass Coopyhouse, a little house Cocky, impudent Crope, to creep Crownd, a crown Crumple, to squeeze rudely Crazybet, the large butter cup Crowner, the coroner Crousty, cross, sour tempered Craat, the croft Crowdy, apple tart Crowst, crust Crock, an old pot Crandum, the throat Craater, creature Critch, a deep earthern jar Croodle, to coo Croopee, to stoop down Crosspatch, an ill-tempered child Crids, curds Crick-crack, words not under- stood Cubbyhole, a snug corner Cute, knowing Cutty, the wren Cuss, to curse Curdles, curls Cuddle, to embrace Cwoat, coat Cwoold, cold Daddicky, rotten Dapster, a proficient Daglits, icicles Dall or dang, an exclamation Dapper, lively, quick Dased, stupid Daater, daughter Daddy-long-leg, the spider "tipula" Dapsow'n, likeness to Dally, an exclamation Daffydowndilly, the dafodil Dang-ee, bless you Desperd, desperate Deuce-a-bit, never a bit Deawbit, an early breakfast Deaw, the dew Deawbeater, one who turns out his toes Diff, deaf Dilly-dally, to delay Dish-waisher, the wagtail Diggles, plentiful Dibbs, sheeps knuckle-bones Dilcup, the small butter cup Did'ner, did he not Dinger, a blow on the ear Di-dapper, a dapchick Downhaggered, disconsolate Doff, to take off Dowsty, dusty Dogged, very determined Don, to put on Dout, to extinguish Dowse, a blow Down-along, down street Downdacious, audacious Dowdy, stunted in growth Downarg, to contradict Drush, the Thrush Drink, beer or cider Draen, drawing Droo, to go through Drow, to throw Drattle, much talk Drawt, the throat Drout, dry, thirsty Draats, cart shafts Draggle-tail, an untidy woman Drash, to thresh Drunge, to squeeze Drowd, thrown Drashel, the threshold Dree, three Drust, to thrust Drong, a crowd Drang-way, a narrow parage Drucked, fill'd to overflowing Drubben, a beating Drid, to thread Drat, an imprecation Drap, a drop 8 Draa-sheave, a wheelwright's draw knife Drove, a sheep-way Dry, thirsty Dumbledore, the humble bee Dutter, to confuse Duckstone, a game with stones Dumpy, short and thick Durns, doorposts Dunner, done for Duffer, not up to much Dunno, don't know Dunch-nettle, the stingless variety Dwoant, dont E. Eave, to sweat Eece, yes Eleni, made of elm Eltrot, the wild parsnip Elements, the atmosphere Empt, to pour off Emmet, the Ant Er, he Evett, the newt Exe, the axle Etyeant, it's not F. Fantaig, fluster Fellers, fellows Fess. proud Feace, face Feller, a contemptible person Fettle, in condition Fiather or Feyther, father Figgetty pooden, plum pudding Kin I oabs, furze flowers mp, to fall heavily Flush, well stocked with cash Flick, i" i'. by, untidy Flobbei |' . i" expletive Fleck, t, to make a shrill noise Trapes, a sloven Trounce, to punish Truckle, a small cheese , troui Trotters, boiled sheep's fei I Trimmin, very great Di at , t rim Turmets, turnips Tut-work, piece work Tint \ , a tins. Twadden, 'twas not Twerden, it was not Twilen, toiling Twit, n in l'v. iad, toad I id tabber, a had knife Twer, it was 15 Twilley hole, an opening made in hurdles Twunt, it wont Twouia, told Twig, to look Twoadsmate, fungus T'year, this year U. Uglyniug, ill-looking Ull-lockee, look d'ye see Cnderds, hundreds Un, he Unempty, to empty Lnthaw, to thaw Up-a-long, up street Up-top-on-un, on the top of it Upsides, to be even with V. Varmint, an imprecation Varmin, vermin Valee, value Varden, a farthing Vamp, walking Vawer, four Vast, fast Vail, fall Vallens, snow-fall Vallers, fallows Var, far Veaee, face Vier, fire Vind, to find Vinny, blue, mouldy Vield, field Vize, Devizes town Vive, five Vire-lock, a musket Vire-dogs, bars to burn wood logs on Villy, felloe of a wheel Virs, firs Vlea, flea Vlitch, a side of bacon Vlitters, rags, tatters Vlail, a threshing tool Vlonkers, sparks of fire Vlinters, all to pieces Vlee, to fly Vlint, flint Vlint-hearted, hard-hearted Vlamin, showy Vlocks, flocks Vloor, floor Vlop, flop Vlutter, in a hurry Vore-spur, fore leg of a pig Voke, folk Vortin, fortune Vollie, to follow Vor't, for it Vore-eyed, looking ahead Voreright's, overrights, opposite Vool, fool Volshores, hurdle stakes Vrim , from Vriz, froze Vur, far Vurder, farther Vuzz, furze Vuzzen, made of furze Vuzzhacker, the whinchat Vust, first W. Wagwants, nodding grasses Wace, west Waant, a mole Waaste, stye on the eye Wag, to stir Wallop, to flog Warn'd, I warn Waastern, western Warr, beware Werden, was not Whay, call to a horse to stop Wheedle, to get round Whicker, to neigh Whinnick, fco cry like a horse Whopper, a big one Whipwiles, mean whiles White-livered, pale looking Whipper-snapper, a little up- start Whate, wheat Wink or Winch, handle of a grindstone V\ inder, window 16 Win vail, good fortune Wimm, to winnow Withy, willow Wichwine, the wild convolvus Withies, willow twigs Wizzer, a big one Wiggle, to creep in Wirey, tough Wisp, a tuft of hay or straw Wivver, to nutter Wissgigin, larking Wizzened, shrivelled Woak, the oak Wopse, wasp Wobble, to sway Woog, call to a horse Worn, Whoam or Wimm, home Wordle, the world Woold, old Wosbird, an imprecation Woth, worth Wridgsty, back chain for shafts Wropper, a coarse apron Wunt, wont Wuss, worse Wussty, to get worse War or Wuz, was or were Wats, oats Y. 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