Folk-Speech of Cumberland and Some Districts Adjacent / Being Short Stories and Rhymes in the Dialects of the West Border Counties

by Alexander Craig Gibson

An’ sochte his ain gate hame.

Kynde Wullye o’ Becks sayde lowne tille his frien’,

We maun ryde Ha’ Dykes his way;

But the Herryes owreheard, an’ shook his heid,

An’ doolfu’ did he saye—

“Alane! alane! I maun dree my weirde

For the deede this nychte saw dune;

But O that the palsye had wuther’t my han’,

Or it strooke my fayther’s sonne!”

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