English Dialects From the Eighth Century to the Present DaySkeat, Walter W. (Walter William)
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English Dialects From the Eighth Century to the Present Day
Skeat, Walter W. (Walter William)
English language -- Dialects
My head 'ood swim,--I 'oodn't do't
Nut even fur a guinea;
A naarbour ax'd me, t'other day;
"Naa, naa," says I, "nut quinny."
Notes.--_Sput_, spot; _toddlers_, walkers; _ollis_, always;
_haut_, halt; _wiew_, view. _Crake_, boast; _leas(t)ways_, at
least; _sarteny_, certainly; _monsus_, monstrous, very long.
_No sense ov a_, poor, bad; _coad_, cold; _argufy_, prove
(anything).
_Sum'dy_, somebody; _from M._, between Maldon and Kelvedon;
_'gin_, against, near; _four-releet_ (originally _four-e leet_,
lit. "ways of four," _four-e_ being the genitive plural, hence)
meeting of four roads.
_Dorn't_, don't; _aldoe_, although; _uster cud_ (for _us'd to
could_), used to be able; _warsley_, vastly, much; _loike_,
like; _gulch_, heavily, with a bang.
_'Ood_, would; _nut_, not; _ax'd_, asked; _naa_, no; _nut
quinny_, not quite, not at all.
EASTERN (Group 3): NORFOLK.
The following extract from "A Norfolk Dialogue" is from a work
entitled _Erratics by a Sailor_, printed anonymously at London in
1800, and written by the Rev. Joshua Larwood, rector of Swanton
Morley, near East Dereham. Most of the words are quite familiar to me,
as I was curate of East Dereham in 1861-2, and heard the dialect
daily. The whole dialogue was reprinted in _Nine Specimens of
English Dialects_; E.D.S., 1895.
The Dialogue was accompanied by "a translation," as here reprinted. It
renders a glossary needless.
Original Vulgar Norfolk.
_Narbor Rabbin and Narbor Tibby._
Translation.
_Neighbour Robin and Neighbour Stephen._
_R._ Tibby, d'ye know how the knacker's mawther Nutty du?
_R._ Stephen, do you know how the collar-maker's daughter
Ursula is?
_T._ Why, i' facks, Rabbin, she's nation cothy; by Goms, she is so
snasty that I think she is will-led.
_S._ Why, in fact, Robin, she is extremely sick; by (_obsolete_),
she is so snarlish, that I think she's out of her mind.
_R._ She's a fate mawther, but ollas in dibles wi' the knacker and
thackster; she is ollas a-ating o' thapes and dodmans. The fogger sa,
she ha the black sap; but the grosher sa, she have an ill dent.
_R._ She's a clever girl, but always in troubles with the
collar-maker and thatcher; she is always eating gooseberries
and snails. The man at the chandler's shop says she has a
consumption: but the grocer says she's out of her senses.
_T._ Why, ah! tother da she fared stounded: she pluck'd the pur
from the back-stock, and copped it agin the balk of the douw-pollar,
and barnt it; and then she hulled [it] at the thackster, and hart
his weeson, and huckle-bone. There was northing but cadders in the
douw-pollar, and no douws: and so, arter she had barnt the balk, and
the door-stall, and the plancher, she run into the par-yard, thru
the pytle, and then swounded behinn'd a sight o' gotches o' beergood.
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