“‘For yee sall prosper niver meear, yersel’, nor yan o’ t’ breed; Whativer schemes yee set a geeat ’ill widder i’ yer hand, Whativer side yee tak’ ’ill lwose; an’, spite of o’ yer greed, A time ’ill come when t’ Philipson’s wi’ n’t awn an inch o’ land. “An’, while Co’garth’s strang wo’s sall stand, we’ll hā’nt it neet an’ day, Ye s’ niver mair git shot on us, whativer way yè tak’; Whativer plan or geeat yè try, ut banish us away, Ye’ll hardly knā’ we irr away afooer ye see us back.’ “An’ suer aneeuf, neist Kersmas, when they’d nit been twelvemonth deead, (They’d buriet t’ pooer āld fooak wi’ lime, whār the’ wor putten doon,) Two skulls steead in a hooel i’ t’ wo’, aside o’ t’ wide stair heead, At āld Co’garth, an’ theear they gurn’t, a warnin’ fray aboon. “An’, ivery mak’ o’ pains they teeuk ut git ’em druven away— They buriet them, they born’t them weel, they bray’t them till they brak’, They sunk ’em full’t wi’ leed i’ t’ lake, they pash’t ’em deep i’ clay, But just as Dolly said they wod, they still co’ gurnin’ back. “An’ theear they’ve gurn’t an’ gurn’t ageean, for many a hundert year. An’ scòoars o’ fooak ha’ seen ’em theear—it’s neea lees I tell— Till t’ Bishop[10] wo’t ’em up i’ t’ hooal, bit still they’re gurnin’ theear, For just afooar he wo’t ’em up, I seed them theear mysel’. “An’ t’ Philipsons went doon an’ doon, the’r schemin’ o’ went wrang, Though offen for a sinkin’ coase they meead a gallant stand; Fray t’ steeat rowls about Windermer’ the’r neeam hes vanish’t lang, _I_ divn’t knā’ a Philipson ’at hods an inch o’ land.” FOOTNOTES: [8] Landlords of the Ferry—the first named having been previously the well known guard of the coach that traversed the Lake district. [9] In a foot-note to _West’s Guide to the Lakes_, published first about 1770—its 5th edition being dated 1793—the author or editor suggests certain other modes of accounting for the presence of the famous skulls of Calgarth, but fails in offering anything so satisfactory as the popular version here done into rhyme. The writer of the note appears to have seen them himself, and I have known more than one old person, besides John Long, who averred that in their youth, they had seen the said remains occupying their immemorial position. The misfortunes of the Philipsons of Calgarth and Crook are matter of local history, and with some of their recorded exploits, make them, perhaps, the most interesting family of the two counties. [10] Dr. Watson, the celebrated Bishop of Llandaff, who purchased the estate of Calgarth, and long resided upon it, but not at the old Hall. He is always spoken of by the old people who remember him as “T’ Bishop.” MAP’MENT. (IN THE DIALECT OF HIGH FURNESS.)