The Ballads and Songs of Yorkshire: Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides, and Scarce Publications; with Notes and a Glossary
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The Ballads and Songs of Yorkshire: Transcribed from Private Manuscripts, Rare Broadsides, and Scarce Publications; with Notes and a Glossary
Ballads, English -- England -- Yorkshire -- Texts; Songs, English -- England -- Yorkshire -- Texts
Did sweetly vie wi promises
Zi fill oor barns wi plenty:
"Thank God," says Jack, "these are his gifts,
Ye fields 'twas him at sent ye."
Plenty thronged like an empress sat
Upon the broo 'o Cayton;
Wea laughed an made the hills ti smile
For miles round bonny Ayton.
DOLLY'S GAON; OR, THE EFFECTS OF PRIDE.[247]
The neighbours all remember weel
Once Dolly bought a gaon;
A painted lin, the grandest thing;
Ther but one piece ith taon.
The boy ith shop he teld her soa;
A merry joaking lad:
He said it wor t' first gaon o't piece
That ony one had had:--
And if shoo'd come when it wor made,
And let him see it on,
A handkerchy he'd give to her,
If he're a living man.
The gaon wor made, to 'th church shoo went;
But what gave most delight,
Shoo heeard foulks whisper as shoo past,
I never so the like!
But when shoo coom at Rubin's cot,
A hut that stood o'th moor,
Old Rubin sat, and Grace his wife,
Both smooking at the door.
"Good morning, Dolly," old Grace said,
"I wonder'd wo't could be."
Surprised shoo stud, her hands both up,
"What mun I live to see!"
"Is tat thy choice," old Rubin said,--
"Tha beots old Judy Gazer,
Shoo'd fifty gaons, but nooan like that,--
I'gy it is a blazer!"
Gay Dolly laugh'd, old Rubin said--
"Come in and sit te daon;"
But Dolly tript along the green,
Delighted with her gaon.
The church shoo enter'd, 'twor begun,
The best time to be seen;
Some sat and star'd, and some stood up,
As if shoo'd been the queen.
This confirm'd Dolly in her choice;
Her gaon wurt first in stile:
The priest, and clark, and all did stare,
And some, shoo thought, did smile.
This printed gaon had broad green leaves,
With branches thick and tall;
Red burds and yollow, ducks and geese,
The huntsman, haonds and all.
Thus Dolly sat, like Sheba's queen,
The grandest in the place;
A sidelong glance sometimes shoo cast
But did not turn her face.
Her prayer-book shoo seem'd to read,
As other people do;
But her devotion was her dress,
Her gaon wor spanking new.
The church did loase, and still they star'd;
Some laugh'd and made a stur:
The childer too came running raond,
One pointing said, "That's hur."
"Ah! what a gaon!" shoo heeard 'em say,
"Wi yollow burds and red:
It's just sich stuff as gentle fooak
Makes curtains for their bed."
This confused Dolly all at once,
Shoo knew not where shoo'er baon;
For fooaks shoo met, they laugh'd and said--
"Haa like ye yo'r new gaon?"
But Dolly shoo would speyk to nooan;
To meet fouk shoo were feard:
For some took hold o' Dolly's gaon,
And ast what twor a yeord.
Shoo call'd to see old Betty Hay,
While chapel fouk went past;
As shoo went in shoo heeard 'em say,
"Shoo's getten here at last."
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