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CUMBEEIiAND BALLADS.
Of strappin, sonsy, rwosy queens,
They aw may brag a few;
But Thuirsby, for a bonny lass.
Can cap them aw, I trow.
Her mudder sells a swope o’ drink,
It is heath stout and brown,
And Etty is the hinny fowt
Of aw the country roun;
Era east and west, beath rich and peer,
A-horse, a-fit, caw in—
For whee can pass sae rare a lass,
He’s owther daft or blin.
Her een are leyke twee Cursmas sleas.
But tweyce as breet and clear;
Nae rwose cud iver match her feace,
That yet grew on a breer;
At toun, kurk, market, dance, or fair,34
She meks their hearts aw stoun,
And conquers mair than Bonnypart,
Whene’er she keeks aroun.
Oft graith'd in aw their kurk-gawn gear,
Leyke nwoble Iwords at cwort,
Our lads slink in, and gaze and grin,
Nor heed their Sunday spwort;
If stranger leets, her een he meets,
And fins he can’t tell how;
To touch the glass her hand has touch’d,
It sets him in a lowe.
Yence Thuirsby lads were—whea but we,
And cud ha’e bang’d the lave,
But now they hing their lugs, and luik
Leyke fwok stown frae the grave;
CUMBEEIiAND BALLADS.
Of strappin, sonsy, rwosy queens,
They aw may brag a few;
But Thuirsby, for a bonny lass.
Can cap them aw, I trow.
Her mudder sells a swope o’ drink,
It is heath stout and brown,
And Etty is the hinny fowt
Of aw the country roun;
Era east and west, beath rich and peer,
A-horse, a-fit, caw in—
For whee can pass sae rare a lass,
He’s owther daft or blin.
Her een are leyke twee Cursmas sleas.
But tweyce as breet and clear;
Nae rwose cud iver match her feace,
That yet grew on a breer;
At toun, kurk, market, dance, or fair,34
She meks their hearts aw stoun,
And conquers mair than Bonnypart,
Whene’er she keeks aroun.
Oft graith'd in aw their kurk-gawn gear,
Leyke nwoble Iwords at cwort,
Our lads slink in, and gaze and grin,
Nor heed their Sunday spwort;
If stranger leets, her een he meets,
And fins he can’t tell how;
To touch the glass her hand has touch’d,
It sets him in a lowe.
Yence Thuirsby lads were—whea but we,
And cud ha’e bang’d the lave,
But now they hing their lugs, and luik
Leyke fwok stown frae the grave;
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Antiquarian books of Scotland > Poetry > Ballads in the Cumberland dialect > (76) |
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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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