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CUMBERLAND BALLADS.
Robbie he kick’d up a dust in a crack,
And sticks and neeves they went pel-mel.
The bottles forby the clock feace they brack,
But, fares-te-weel, wheyte-fit, Barbary Bell:
’Twas nobbet last week, nae langer seyne,
I wheyn’d i’ the nuik, I can’t tell how;
: ‘Get up, ” says my fadder, ‘ ‘andsarrathe sweyne!”
“I’s bravely, Bab,” says I, “how’s tou?”
Neist mworn to t’cwoals I was fworc’d to gang.
But cowp’d the cars at Tindle Fell,
For I cruin’d aw the way, as I trotted alang,
“0 that I’d never kent Barbary Bell!”
That varra seame neet up to Barbary’s house,
When aw t’auld fwok were liggin asleep,3
I off wi’ my clogs, and as whisht as a mouse,
Claver’d up to the window, and tuik a peep.
There whee sud I see, but Watty-the laird—-
Od wheyte leet on him! I munnet tell!
But to Setterday neist, if I live and be spar’d
I’ll wear a reed cwot for Barbary Bell.
Jpril l/„ 180S.
NICHOL THE NEWSMONGER.
Tune—“ The night hefore Larry was stretch’d."
Come, Nichol, and gie us thy cracks,
I seed te gang down to the smiddy:
I’ve fodder’d the naigs and the nowt,
And wanted to see thee ’at did e.
CUMBERLAND BALLADS.
Robbie he kick’d up a dust in a crack,
And sticks and neeves they went pel-mel.
The bottles forby the clock feace they brack,
But, fares-te-weel, wheyte-fit, Barbary Bell:
’Twas nobbet last week, nae langer seyne,
I wheyn’d i’ the nuik, I can’t tell how;
: ‘Get up, ” says my fadder, ‘ ‘andsarrathe sweyne!”
“I’s bravely, Bab,” says I, “how’s tou?”
Neist mworn to t’cwoals I was fworc’d to gang.
But cowp’d the cars at Tindle Fell,
For I cruin’d aw the way, as I trotted alang,
“0 that I’d never kent Barbary Bell!”
That varra seame neet up to Barbary’s house,
When aw t’auld fwok were liggin asleep,3
I off wi’ my clogs, and as whisht as a mouse,
Claver’d up to the window, and tuik a peep.
There whee sud I see, but Watty-the laird—-
Od wheyte leet on him! I munnet tell!
But to Setterday neist, if I live and be spar’d
I’ll wear a reed cwot for Barbary Bell.
Jpril l/„ 180S.
NICHOL THE NEWSMONGER.
Tune—“ The night hefore Larry was stretch’d."
Come, Nichol, and gie us thy cracks,
I seed te gang down to the smiddy:
I’ve fodder’d the naigs and the nowt,
And wanted to see thee ’at did e.
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Antiquarian books of Scotland > Poetry > Ballads in the Cumberland dialect > (24) |
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Description | Thousands of printed books from the Antiquarian Books of Scotland collection which dates from 1641 to the 1980s. The collection consists of 14,800 books which were published in Scotland or have a Scottish connection, e.g. through the author, printer or owner. Subjects covered include sport, education, diseases, adventure, occupations, Jacobites, politics and religion. Among the 29 languages represented are English, Gaelic, Italian, French, Russian and Swedish. |
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