Yorkshire Tales. Third Series: Amusing sketches of Yorkshire Life in the Yorkshire Dialect — John Shaqi
Yorkshire Tales. Third Series: Amusing sketches of Yorkshire Life in the Yorkshire DialectHartley, John
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Yorkshire Tales. Third Series: Amusing sketches of Yorkshire Life in the Yorkshire Dialect
Hartley, John
English language -- Dialects -- England -- Yorkshire; Yorkshire (England) -- Fiction
They wor i' hooaps o' gettin off withaat Hepsabah an th' naybors gettin
to know, but it wor noa use. Sombd'y seen th' galloway, an when
Sammywell helpt Mally into her seat, they wor all aght.
Hepsabah stood thear, wi a babby o' awther arm, an Jerrymier at her
side, an as they rode past, shoo put on as humble a luk as shoo knew ha,
an dropt a curtsey, an sed "Gooid mornin, Mr. and Mrs. Grimes, Esquire."
Then shoo brast aght laffin an all th' naybor wimmen waved ther approns
or towels or owt else they could snatch howd on, an cheered em wol they
gate aght o'th bottom o'th fold.
They tuk th' shortest cut to get aght o'th busy streets, an they worn't
long befoor they coom to whear ther wor green fields on booath sides
o'th rooad. It wor a grand day, an they sed little for a while, for they
wor booath feelin varry happy, an they lukt it.
Old as they wor, an i' spite ov all th' ups an daans they'd had, they
felt like sweethearts agean, an if they couldn't luk forrad to th' long
enjoyment ov monny pleasures, they could luk back wi few regrets, an
hearts full ov thankfulness for all th' blessins they'd had an
possessed.
"Aw nivver thowt, Sammywell," sed Mally, after a bit, "at aw should
ivver live to ride i' mi own carriage an pair."
"Why, lass, awm pleased if tha'rt suited. But tha can hardly call it a
carriage an pair."
"Aw dooant see why net. Its a varry nice little carriage is this an awm
sewer th' galloway an thee mak a gooid pair, for aw should tak yo to be
booath abaat th' same age, an th' same complection to nowt, except for
thi nooas; an yo nawther on yi ivver hurried yorsen mich or seem likely
to do; but aw think if aw wor thee awd get aght an shove behind a bit,
its a pity to see it tewin up this hill, an its puffin like all that."
"Well, let it puff! If ther's onny shovin to be done tha'll ha to tak
thi share on it. We'll stop at yond haase at top o'th hill an then wol
we get a bite an a sup, Fanny can rest a bit."
"Who's Fanny?"
"That's th' galloway's name."
"Then it'll have to be kursend ovver agean."
"Ha's that?"
"Dooant thee think 'at aw forget. It wor Fanny Hebblethwaite at wor
allus hankerin after thee until we wor wed, an for some time after.
Aw've had enuff o' Fannys. We'll call it Jerrymier."
"But its a mare tha sees."
"Well then, we'll call it Jimmima."
"Let's mak it Jenny an ha done wi it."
"Owt'll do but Fanny. Shoo wor a impotent hussy. Aw wonder what becoom
on her?"
"Aa! shoo's been deead aboon a duzzen year?"
"Oh, well then--tha can call it Fanny."
They did enjoy thersen that day an noa mistak, an monny a day after, an
they're lukkin forrad to monny a pleasant little time.
Th' naybors have getten used to seein em nah an have noa desire to poak
fun at em.
Jerrymier has takken a big fancy to th' galloway, an oft gooas an
gethers it a basket full ov sweet clover, an when Grimes an Mally arn't
using it, Hepsabah an her babbies have a drive throo th' park, Jerrymier
acting as th' cooachman.
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