Jaup, senseless talk.—Ho’d the jaup wi’ thĕ; dos’t ta want ivery body to knaw how soft thoo is? (Ho’d, hold; soft, foolish.)
[Midland (Group 2): S.E. Lancashire.]
The following poem is from Poems and Songs by Edwin Waugh; 3rd ed., London, 1870.
Owd Pinder.
Owd Pinder were a rackless foo,
An’ spent his days i’ spreein’;
At th’ end ov every drinkin-do,
He’re sure to crack o’ deein’;
“Go, sell my rags, an’ sell my shoon,
Aw’s never live to trail ’em;
My ballis-pipes are eawt o’ tune,
An’ th’ wynt begins to fail ’em!
Eawr Matty’s very fresh an’ yung;—
’T would any mon bewilder;—
Hoo’ll wed again afore it’s lung,
For th’ lass is fond o’ childer;
My bit o’ brass’ll fly—yo’n see—
When th’ coffin-lid has screen’d me—
It gwos again my pluck to dee,
An’ lev her wick beheend me.
Come, Matty, come, an’ cool my yed;
Aw’m finish’d, to my thinkin’;”
Hoo happed him nicely up, an’ said,
“Thae’st brought it on wi’ drinkin’.”—
“Nay, nay,” said he, “my fuddle’s done,
We’re partin’ tone fro tother;
So promise me that, when aw’m gwon,
Thea’ll never wed another!”
“Th’ owd tale,” said hoo, an’ laft her stoo;
“It’s rayly past believin’;
Thee think o’ th’ world thea’rt goin’ to,
An’ lev this world to th’ livin’;
What use to me can deeod folk be?
Thae’s kilt thisel’ wi’ spreein”;
An’ iv that’s o’ thae wants wi’ me,
Get forrud wi’ thi deein’!”
Notes.—Owd, old; rackless foo, reckless fool; spreein’, merry-making, drinking; -do, bout; He’re, he would be; crack o’ deein’ , hint at dying; Aw’s, I shall; trail, walk in; ballis-pipes, bellows-pipes, lungs; eawt, out; wynt, wind.
Eawr, our, my; Hoo, she; brass, money; yo’n, you will; lev, leave; wick, quick, i.e. alive.
Yed, head; happed, covered; fuddle, drinking- bout; tone fro tother, the one from the other.
Stoo, stool; Thee think, do thou think; deeod, dead; o’, all; get forrud, get on, go on.