Westmoreland and Cumberland dialects. Dialogues, poems, songs, and ballads, by various writers, in the Westmoreland and Cumberland dialects, now first collected
Smith, 1839 - 403 pages
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Page 364 - Ullswater, or Ousemere, when the day is uniformly overcast, and the air perfectly still, like many other lakes, has its surface dappled with a smooth oily appearance, which is called a
Page 307 - ... air, Ilk rustling bush will seem to say, I used to meet thee there. Then I'll sit down and cry, And live aneath the tree, And when a leaf fa's i' my lap, I'll ca'ta word frae thee. I'll hie me to the bower That thou wi' roses tied, And where wi' mony a blushing bud I strove mysel' to hide. I'll doat on ilka spot Where I hae been wi' thee, And ca' to mind some kindly word By ilka burn and tree.
Page 65 - Thau hes behaavd thee sel varra connoly while a lass, an I dunnet fear but thaul dea soa when a wife. JENNET. I hoap sae; but tae gang an see me cusen Aggy an her husband, it wod quite flay yan frae ivver been wed. SARAH. Dustay think they deaa foe awt, or is it but nebbors' tauk ? JENNET. Lord, barn ! I saw enuff me sel. Me mudder lent her a whicknin, an we wor bawn at brew, soa I went for it ; I hard a fearful noise afore ea hoppend dure, I thout tae tornd agayn, hawivver I thrast hoppen dure,...
Page 251 - Phillip pou'd out Matty Meer, Then nattl'd his heels like a youngen, And caper'd about the clay fleer ; He deeted his gob, and he buss'd her, As lish as a lad o' sixteen; Cries Wull, "Od dy ! fadder's i...
Page 63 - Groat while he leevs, he oft says heel keep it as lang as he leevs, an if Barns will wed they mun work as he hes dun, yet a lile matter frae yans Fadder dus weel tae beginth Ward wie, an if it wor a lile Scot an twoa or three Guds, it wod set yan forit, for when yan hes awe tae by an lile toth dea with, its hard; I nivver dare wed, what thears Meal Poak, Maut Poak, Groat Poak, Flower Poak, an Saut Poak.
Page i - WESTMORELAND and Cumberland.— Dialogues, Poems, Songs, and Ballads, by various Writers, in the Westmoreland and Cumberland Dialects, now first collected, to which is added a Copious Glossary of Words peculiar to those Counties. Post 8vo, (pp. 408), cloth. 9s.
Page 89 - Westmoreland an opportunity of showing his own and the people's attachment to the new order of things; he accordingly called out the Posse Comitatus, comprising all able-bodied men from sixteen to sixty. The order was obeyed with alacrity, and the inhabitants met armed in a field called Miller's Close, near Kendal, from whence they marched to Kirby Lonsdale.
Page 335 - the bride and bridegroom are placed in two chairs, in the open air or in a large barn, the bride with a pewter dish on her knee, half covered with a napkin ; into this dish the company put their offerings, which occasionally amount to a considerable sum.
Page 247 - May preach and palaver, and brag as they will, O' mountains, lakes, valleys, woods, watters, and meadows, But canny auld Cummerlan' caps them aw still. It's true we've nae palaces sheynin' amang us, Nor marble tall towers to catch the weak eye, But we've monie feyne cassels, where fit our brave fadders When Cummerlan
Page 225 - I's be maister mysel. Sae we buss'd, and I tuik a last luik at the fell. On I whussel'd and wonder' d, my bundle I flung Owre my shou'der, when cwoley he efter me sprung, And howl'd — silly fellow ! — and fawn'd at my fit, As if to say, " Watty, we munnet part yet." At Carel I stuid wi' a strae i' my mouth, And they tuik me, nae doubt, for a promisin