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Moorman, F. W. (Frederic William), 1872-1919

"Yorkshire Dialect Poems (1673-1915) and traditional poems"


"I's niver leave my winder
Whiles there's folks as has to droon;
An' it wadna be the first time
As I've help'd ta wakken t' toon.
"I isn't good for mich noo,
For my fourscore years is past;
But I's niver quit my winder,
As long as life sal last.
"'Twas us as seed them Frenchmen
As wreck'd on Speeton sands;
'Twas me as seed that schooner
As founder'd wi' all hands.
"'Twas me first spied oor cobles
Reight ower t' end o' t' Brig,
That time when all was droonded;
I tell'd 'em by there rig.(4)
"Aye, man, I's neen sae drowsy,
Don't talk o' bed to me;
I's niver quit my winder,
Whiles there's a moon to see.
"Don't talk to me o' coast-guards!
What's them to sike as me?
They hasn't got no husbands,
No childer, lost i' t' sea.
"It's nobbut them at's felt it,
As sees as I can see;
It's them as is deead already
Knaws what it is to dee.
"Ye'd niver understan' me;
God knaws, as dwells above,
There's hearts doon here, lives, broken,
What's niver lost their love.
"But better noo ye'd leave me,
I's mebbe not misen;
We fisher-folks has troubles
No quality can ken."
1. Thick-set. 2. Bridlington.
3. Snow-storms. 4. Dress.

Aar Maggie
Edmund Hatton
I believe aar Maggie's coortin',
For shoo dresses hersen so smart,
An' shoo's allus runnin' to t' window
When there's ony o' t' chaps abaat:
Shoo willent wear her owd shawl,
Bud dons a bonnet atstead,(1)
An' laps her can in her gaan
As shoo goes to t' weyvin' ,shed.


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