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

I turn’t an’ leùk’t wid bodeful glooar,

Whoar o’ was coald an’ gray,

An’ like a ghost reàse t’ white church tooar,

To freeten whope away;

An’ Woker’s shadow heap’t a gloom

Owre beck, an’ field, an’ tree,

’At said far darker days mud cūm

To Mary Ray an’ me.

An’ niver mair on Woker Broo

I strowl’t wid Mary Ray;