Part 14 (1/2)

Says as how my little terrier Mun foind kennellin' elsewheer.

I expect awst(4) have to bury 'er; Shoo'll rest nowheer else bur(5) here.

Says as I mun wear a app.r.o.n Throo my shoulder to my knee; An' (naa, listen! this puts t' capper on) Says how cleanly it mun be.

Each ten men mun have a basin, Fastened, mark you, fixed and sure, For to wesh ther hands and face in; Not to throw it aat o' door.

There's to be two ventilators, In good order and repair; Us at's short o' beef an' taters, Has to fatten on fresh air.

Each shop floor mun be substantial- Concrete, pavement, wood, or brick- So that water from the branch'll Keep the dust from lyin' thick.

An' for iv'ry bloomin' stiddie(6) There's so many cubic feet, We'st(7) ha' room to play at hiddie(8) Us at isn't aat i' t' street.

Eh, I can't tell hauf o' t' tottle(9) Of these Regulations steep; I expect a suckin'-bottle Will be t' next we have to keep.

Eh! I know, mun! who knows better?

It's for t' good of all, is this.

Iv'rybody's teed to t' letter, 'Cause o' t' few at's done amiss.

Eytin' leead-dust brings leead-colic, Sure as mornin' brings the day.

Does te think at iver I'll lick Thumb and fingers' dirt away?

Well, good-bye, my good owd beauty-- Liberty, naa left to few!

Since the common-weal's my duty, Dear owd Liberty--adieu!

1. Perplexed. 2. Bewildered. 3. File-cutter.

4. I shall. 5. But. 6. St.i.thy 7. We shall. 8. Hide and seek. 9. Total.

A Kuss (1912)

John Malham-Dembleby

Ye may bring me gowd bi t' bowlful, Gie me lands bi t' mile, Fling me dewy roses, Stoor(1) set on my smile.

Ye may caar(2) ye daan afoor me, Castles for me build, Twine me laurel garlands, Let sweet song be trilled.

Ye may let my meyt be honey, Let my sup be wine, Gie me haands an' hosses, Gie me sheep an' kine.

Yit one flaid(3) kuss fra her would gie Sweeter bliss to me Nor owt at ye could finnd to name, Late(4) ye through sea tul sea.

I've seen her hair gleam gowden In t' Kersmas yollow sun, An' ivery inch o' graand she treeads Belang her sure it mun.

Her smile is sweet as roses, An' sweeter far to me, An' praad she hods her heead up, As la.s.s o' heigh degree.

Bonnie are green laurel leaves, I'd sooiner my braa feel T' laughin' lips o' t' la.s.s I love, Though bays be varry weel.

I'm varry fond o' singin', What bonnier could be Nor my fair la.s.s hersen agate(5) A-singin' love to me?

It's reight to live on spice an' sich, An' sup a warmin' gla.s.s, But sweet-stuff's walsh,(6) an' wine is cowd, Aside my lovely la.s.s.

Tak ye your haands an' hosses, Tak ye your sheep an' kine; To finnd my la.s.s ower t' hills I'll ride, She sal be iver mine.

1. Value. 2. Cower. 3. Trembling.