Poetry > Ballads in the Cumberland dialect

CUMBEKLAND BALLADS.
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jAiid then my furst sweetheart, an angel was she!
[But I only made luive thro’ the tail o’ my e’e:
mind when I met her I panted to speak,
put stood silent, and blushes spread aw owre my
cheek.
t last, aw the play-things o’ youth laid aside,
ow luive, whope, and fear did my moments
divide,
id wi’ restless ambition deep sorrow began,
Jut I sigh to trace onward frae hoy to the man:
'To memory dear are the days o’ yen’s youth,
jVYhen, enraptur’d, we luik’d at ilk object wi’ truth,
(And like fairies, athousand wild frolics we play’d;
dJut manhood has chang’d what youth fondly
• pourtray’d.
PEACE.
Tone—“ There’s me luck about the house."
Now, God be prais’d! we’ve peace at last,
For Nichol he’s been down,
And sec a durdem, Nichol says,
They’ve hed in Lunnon town;
The king thowt war wad ruin aw,
And Bonnypart the seame,
And some say teane, and some say heath,
Ha’e lang been much to bleame.
Now monie a weyfe will weep for joy,22
And monie a bairn he fain,
To see the fadders they’d forgot,
Come seafe and sound agean;