Part 2 (1/2)

5. Handful. 6. Draff. 7. Sows and boars. 8. Oxen. 9. Stalls.

10. Gore. 11. Unless. 12. Pole. 13. Oven-fork.

14. Handle of oven-mop. 15. Quickly. 16. Bullock. 17. Gored.

18. Bend of hind.leg. 19. Smithy. 20. Snorts. 21. Swells and stings.

22. Flank. 23. Windpipe. 24. Cough. 25. Bellows. 26. Horse-collars.

27. Bracken. 28. Heaps. 29. Belly-band. 30. Ox. 31. Recover.

32. Alas! 33. Wonder. 34. Heifers. 35. Among. 36. Shade.

37. Barn-doors. 38. Near at hand. 39. Halter-full. 40. Soon.

41. Perhaps sooner. 42. Perilous state. 43. Flap-end. 44. Mallet.

45. Hand-mill. 46. Brains. 47. Eaves. 48. Stairs. 49. Oven-top.

50. Bucket. 51. Porridge-stick. 52. Stick.

53. Iron chains for pot-hooks. 54. Chimney cross-beam. 55. Those.

56. Away. 57. Bucket. 58. Pour. 59. Next harvest-supper.

60. Merry feast. 61. Tub. 62. Maggot-hearted. 63. Weep.

An Honest Yorks.h.i.+reman

Henry Carey (Died 1748)

I is i' truth a c.o.o.ntry youth, Nean used to Lunnon fas.h.i.+ons; Yet vartue guides, an' still presides Ower all my steps an' pa.s.sions.

Nea coortly leer, bud all sincere, Nea bribe shall iver blinnd me ; If thoo can like a Yorks.h.i.+re tike, A rogue thoo'll niver finnd me.

Thof envy's tongue, so slimly hung, Would lee aboot oor c.o.o.nty, Nea men o' t' earth boast greater worth, Or mair extend their boonty.

Oor northern breeze wi' us agrees, An' does for wark weel fit us ; I' public cares, an' love affairs, Wi' honour We acquit us.

Sea great a maand(1) is ne'er confaand(2) 'Tiv onny s.h.i.+re or nation, They gie un meast praise whea weel displays A larned eddication; Whaal rancour rolls i' laatle souls, By shallow views dissarnin', They're n.o.bbut wise at awlus prize Good manners, sense, an' larnin'.

1. Mind 2. Confined

From ”Snaith Marsh” (1754)

Anonymous

This was written at the time of the Enclosure Acts which robbed the peasent farmer of his rights to use Commons.

Alas! will Roger e'er his sleep forgo, Afore larks sing, or early c.o.c.ks 'gin Crow, As I've for thee, ungrateful maiden, done, To help thee milking, e'er day wark begun?

And when thy well-stripp'd kye(1) would yield no more, Still on my head the reeking kit(2) I bore.

And, Oh! bethink thee, then, what lovesome talk We've held together, ganging down the balk, Maund'ring(3) at time which would na for us stay, But now, I ween, maes(4) no such hast away.

Yet, O! return eftsoon and ease my woe, And to some distant parish let us go, And there again them leetsome days restore, Where, una.s.sail'd by meety(5) folk in power, Our cattle yet may feed, tho' Snaith Marsh be no more.

But wae is me! I wot I fand(6) am grown, Forgetting Susan is already gone, And Roger aims e'er Lady Day to wed; The banns last Sunday in the church were bid.

But let me, let me first i' t' churchyard lig, For soon I there must gang, my grief's so big.