Folk-Speech of Cumberland and Some Districts Adjacent: Being Short Stories and Rhymes in the Dialects of the West Border CountiesGibson, Alexander Craig
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Folk-Speech of Cumberland and Some Districts Adjacent: Being Short Stories and Rhymes in the Dialects of the West Border Counties
Gibson, Alexander Craig
English language -- Dialects -- England -- Cumberland -- Texts
Sweethearts a score I whyles rhyme ow’r—their names, Bell, Barb’ra,
Bess,
Ann, Kirsty, Kate, May, Margaret, Jean, Georgie, Jamesie, Jess,
Johanna, Helen, Hannah, Agnes, Maries twae or three,
An’ a pauchtie dame I’m sweir to name, the dearest yince to me.
But monie a day has passed away, ay, monie a lang dark year,
Sin I’d the chance o’ smile or glance frae them lang syne sae dear,
An’ hoo they’ve fared, whase lots they’ve shared, or where the hames
they’ve blest,
May sometime be revealed to me—but noo it’s just a mist.
My schulemates! hoo _they’re_ squander’t noo, I haena words to say,
Some east away, some wast away, they a’ gaed far away—
But what-for say they’re wide away, or sunder’t far abreed?
When, weel I wat, it’s waur be that, the feck hae lang been deid.
Aih me! aih me! aul’ Lockerbie, my heart sinks cauld an’ wae
At the doolfu’ thocht o’ changes wrocht sin I speel’t Mount Ulzie’s
brae;
But aye I’m fain to see’t again, an’ aye I hope an’ pray
To rest a wee at Lockerbie afore I’m ca’t away.
FOOTNOTES:
[14] Bessie’s Well was not far from the foot of “Cuddie’s Lane.”
The writer has been informed that the well was drained or filled
up by operations connected with the formation of the railway. This
ancient fountain, the destruction of which is to be deplored, had the
traditional reputation of attaching all who drank of it with a lasting
affection to the town of Lockerbie.
[15] The existence of “closes mirk” in Lockerbie may be disputed; but
the writer holds one or two in his recollection well suited to the
taste of those who love the darkness rather than the light.
[16] The town drummer and bellman, one of whose functions was to parade
the streets, drumming the lieges of Lockerbie to bed at ten p.m., and
out of bed at six a.m.—a custom which some thought “more honoured in
the breach than the observance.”
YAN O’ T’ ELECT.
About five or six years ago a gentleman entered a station on one of our
local railways, and found the worthy station master (whose original
occupation was that of a small Cumberland farmer,) in a state of great
excitement. He inquired the cause, and received a reply of which
the following is a verbatim report, committed to paper immediately
afterwards. We must premise that Dr. —— was a well known amateur
preacher,—a really benevolent man, who did good in his way, but had
no charity for the opinions of others, and was ever intruding his
views and advice on all who came in contact with him, and believed all
who differed from him destined to perdition. The extreme Calvinistic
doctrine of election and reprobation was a perfect mania with him. On
this occasion he was accompanied by his servant, a man of sleek aspect,
who distributed tracts, etc., for his master.
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