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

Proverb.

“Aul’ Simon sat luntin’ his cuttie,

An’ lowsin’ his buttons for bed.”

Andrew Scott. Simon and Janet.

D.

Dadder, C, (Dodder in Furness, etc.) tremble, shiver.

I once heard a Cumberland youth, at a supper table, say, indicating a “shape” of jelly, “I’ll tak sūm o’ that dadderin’ stuff.”

Dadge, C, to plod along heavily.

“Then dadged we to the bog owre meedows dree,

To plet a sword and seevy cap for thee.”