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CUMBERLAND BALLADS.
83
THE BUNDLE OF ODDITIES.
Tune—“ Fie, let us a' to the bridal."
Sit down, and I’ll count owre my sweethearts,14
For, faith, a brave number I’ve had,
Sin I furst went to schuil wi’ Dick Railton,
But Dick’s in his greave, honest lad!
f I mind when he cross’d the deep watter,
To get me the shilapple’s est,
How he fell owrehead, and I skirl’d sae,
l Then off we ran heame, sair distrest.
S Then there was a bit of a teaylear,
That work’d at our house a heale week,
: He was sheap’d aw the warl like a trippet,
| But niver a word durst he speak;
' I just think I see how he squinted
,1 At me, when we sat down to meat;
i Owre went his het keale on his blue breeks,
J And de’il a bit Snippy could eat.
1 At partin he poud up his spirits,
Says he, “Tou hes bodder’d my head,
And it sheks yen to rags and to tatters.
To sew wi’ a lang double thread;”
Then, in meakin a cwoat for my fadder,
(How luive dis the senses deceive!)
Forby usin marrowless buttons,
To th’ pocket-whol he stitch’d a sleeve.10
( The neist was a Whaker, caw’d Jacob,
i He turn’d up the wheyte o’ his een,
I And talk’d about flesh and the spirit—
■ Thowt I, what can Gravity mean ?
83
THE BUNDLE OF ODDITIES.
Tune—“ Fie, let us a' to the bridal."
Sit down, and I’ll count owre my sweethearts,14
For, faith, a brave number I’ve had,
Sin I furst went to schuil wi’ Dick Railton,
But Dick’s in his greave, honest lad!
f I mind when he cross’d the deep watter,
To get me the shilapple’s est,
How he fell owrehead, and I skirl’d sae,
l Then off we ran heame, sair distrest.
S Then there was a bit of a teaylear,
That work’d at our house a heale week,
: He was sheap’d aw the warl like a trippet,
| But niver a word durst he speak;
' I just think I see how he squinted
,1 At me, when we sat down to meat;
i Owre went his het keale on his blue breeks,
J And de’il a bit Snippy could eat.
1 At partin he poud up his spirits,
Says he, “Tou hes bodder’d my head,
And it sheks yen to rags and to tatters.
To sew wi’ a lang double thread;”
Then, in meakin a cwoat for my fadder,
(How luive dis the senses deceive!)
Forby usin marrowless buttons,
To th’ pocket-whol he stitch’d a sleeve.10
( The neist was a Whaker, caw’d Jacob,
i He turn’d up the wheyte o’ his een,
I And talk’d about flesh and the spirit—
■ Thowt I, what can Gravity mean ?
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Antiquarian books of Scotland > Poetry > Ballads in the Cumberland dialect > (37) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/125705659 |
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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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