Poetry > Ballads in the Cumberland dialect

CUMBERLAND BALLADS.
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think I see his slee-black een,
Then he wad chirm and talk,
iAnd say, Ded, ded; Mam, mam, and aw,
Lang, lang ere he cud walk.
At Carel, when, for six pound ten,
i I selt twee Scotty kye,
They pick’d my pocket i’ the thrang,
, And deil a plack had I;
'’Ne’er ack!” says ton, “we’ll work for mair,
It’s time eneugh to fret;
A. pun o’ sorrow wunnet pay
v Ae single ounce o’ debt.”
INow, todlen down the hill o’ leyfe,
J Auld age has brought content;
And, God be thank’d, our bairns are up,
'' And pay Sir Jwohn his rent:
sWhen, seyde by seyde aw day we sit,
i I often think and grieve,
It’s hard that deeth sud part auld fowk,
5 When happy they can leve.
July 29, 1802.
THE IMPATIENT LASSIE. 12
Tuhe—"Low down in the broom."
Deuce tek the clock! click-clacking sae,
Still in a body’s ear;
It tells and tells the time is past,
When Jwohnie sud been here:
'Deuce tek the wheel! ’twill nit rin roun—
Nae mair to-neet I’ll spin,
hBut count each minute wi’ a seegh,
Till Jwohnie he steals in.