Yorkshire Ditties, First Series eBook

John Hartley (poet)
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 100 pages of information about Yorkshire Ditties, First Series.

Yorkshire Ditties, First Series eBook

John Hartley (poet)
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 100 pages of information about Yorkshire Ditties, First Series.
Th’ last month i’th’ year isn’t a bad time to luk back an’ see ha we’ve spent th’ past eleven, an’ aw think ther’s few but what’ll be able to see monny a place where they’ve missed it.  An’ if soa we’d better mak th’ best o’th’ few days left to mak what amends we can.  Owd Christmas comes in smilin’, with his holly an’ his mistletoe, an’ his gooid tempered face surraanded wi’ steam of plum puddin’ an’ roast beef—­tables get tested what weight they can bear—­owd fowk an’ young ens exchange greetin’s, punch bowls steam up; an’ lemons an’ nutmegs suffer theresen to be rubbed, scrubbed, sliced, an’ stewed; an’ iverybody at can, seems to be jolly at Christmas.  Some fowk luk forrard to Christmas just for th’ sake of a gooid feed, an’ aw’ve seen odd ens, nah an’ then, ’at can tuck it in i’ fine style.  Aw recollect one Christmas when Jooan o’ Jenny’s (we used to call him Jooan long stummack) went to London (he’d one o’th’ best twists aw iver met wi’), an’ he wor takken varry wamley for want ov a bit ov a bitin on, soa he went into a cook’s shop an’ ax’d ’em ha mich they’d mak him a dinner for?  “Eighteenpence, sur,” said th’ maister, “come, sit daan an’ help thisen.”  Soa he sat daan just at th’ front ov a lump o’ rooast beef, an’ cut a piece off as big as a brick, an’ he worn’t lang i’ polishin’ that an’ cutting another.  Th’ landlord wor rayther capped when he saw it goa like that, an’ he says “Tha’rt hungary, lad, aw think!  Will ta have, summat to sup?” “Noa thank yo, sur,” says Jooan, “not just yet.”  He varry sooin put th’ second lot where it could keep th’ furst company, an’ began cuttin’ a third; this made th’ maister seem varry uneasy, an’ he says, “Tha’d better have summat to sup, lad!  Mun aw fotch thi a pint o’ drink?” “Noa, thank yo,” said Jooan, “aw mak a practice niver to sup till aw’ve hauf, done.”  “Why, lad,” says th’ landlord, “haitch will ta tak’ to drop it?” “Well” said Jooan, “if yo dooant like my company aw’m sooary aw’ve come, but aw shouldn’t like to leave this table for less nor hauf a craan, if aw do aw shall be a loiser.”  Th’ old chap pooled awt hauf a craan an’ banged it on to th’ table, an’ says, “Tak’ it, an’ tak’ thisen away, an’ niver put thi fooit i’ my haase agean as long as tha’s a day to live; tha’d ruin me in a wick.”  “Why, maister,” he says, “yo cap me sayin’ soa, for aw can’t ait as mich bi a caah head as once aw cud.  Aw’ll tak’ th’ hauf crawn; gooid day, maister; you’ve made a shillin ’at me.”

Mediated Strike

At a meeting of the tax-collectors of the W—–­ R—–­g of —–­shire, held in one of the cells beneath the Town Hall it was proposed, “That we, the tax gatherers and rate collectors of the W—–­ R—–­g of —–­shire do intend to throw up our offices, unless our wages are reduced or our labours increased, for being like unto other men, possessed of consciences, we are frequently tormented with the thought, that we are receiving more than what is our

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