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CUMBERLAND BALLADS.
The Thuirsby lads they fit the best;
The Worton Weavers drank the meast;
But Brough-seyde lairds bang’d aw the rest
For braggin o’ their gear,
And singin—Whurry whum, whuddle whum,
Whulty whalty, wha-wha-wha,
And derry dum, diddle dum,
Derry eyden dee.
Furst helter skelter frae the kurk;
Some off like fire, through dub and mire;
“ Deil tek the hindmost!” Meer’ lad cries—■
Suin head owre heels he flew:
“God speed ye weel!” the priest rwoar’d out,
“Or neet we’s hae a hearty bout”—
Peer Meer’ lad gat a bleaken’d snout—
He’d mickle cause tae rue—
It spoil’d his—Whurry whum, &c.
When on the teable furst they set
The butter’d sops, sec greasy chops,
’Tween lug and laggen! oh what fun,
To see them gim and eat!
Then lisping Isbel talk’d sae feyne,
’Twas “vathly thockin* thuth to dine;
Theck grivethf wark! to eat like thweyne !”J
It meade her sick to se’et;
Then we sung—Whurry whum, &c.
Neist stut’rin Cursty, up he ruse,
Wi’ a-a-a, and ba-ba-ba;
He’d kiss Jen Jakes, for aw lang seyne,
And fearfu’ wark meade he;
* Vastly shocking. t Such grievous. t Swine.
CUMBERLAND BALLADS.
The Thuirsby lads they fit the best;
The Worton Weavers drank the meast;
But Brough-seyde lairds bang’d aw the rest
For braggin o’ their gear,
And singin—Whurry whum, whuddle whum,
Whulty whalty, wha-wha-wha,
And derry dum, diddle dum,
Derry eyden dee.
Furst helter skelter frae the kurk;
Some off like fire, through dub and mire;
“ Deil tek the hindmost!” Meer’ lad cries—■
Suin head owre heels he flew:
“God speed ye weel!” the priest rwoar’d out,
“Or neet we’s hae a hearty bout”—
Peer Meer’ lad gat a bleaken’d snout—
He’d mickle cause tae rue—
It spoil’d his—Whurry whum, &c.
When on the teable furst they set
The butter’d sops, sec greasy chops,
’Tween lug and laggen! oh what fun,
To see them gim and eat!
Then lisping Isbel talk’d sae feyne,
’Twas “vathly thockin* thuth to dine;
Theck grivethf wark! to eat like thweyne !”J
It meade her sick to se’et;
Then we sung—Whurry whum, &c.
Neist stut’rin Cursty, up he ruse,
Wi’ a-a-a, and ba-ba-ba;
He’d kiss Jen Jakes, for aw lang seyne,
And fearfu’ wark meade he;
* Vastly shocking. t Such grievous. t Swine.
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Antiquarian books of Scotland > Poetry > Ballads in the Cumberland dialect > (28) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/125705551 |
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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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