Yorkshire Tales. Third Series eBook

John Hartley (poet)
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 156 pages of information about Yorkshire Tales. Third Series.

Yorkshire Tales. Third Series eBook

John Hartley (poet)
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 156 pages of information about Yorkshire Tales. Third Series.

“Awd like to know if ther’s owt i’ this world at Jerrymier hasn’t had?  If awd to come hooam wi mi neck brokken tha’d declare at Jerrymier had had his brokken monny a time, an seemed to enjoy it!  Aw wish he’d nivver been born for he’s th’ plague o’ my life!”

“It mud ha been a gooid job for him if he nivver had been born, an th’ same could be sed abaat moor nor him, soa tha can crack that nut.”

“Tha’d tawk abaat crackin nuts if tha’d th’ face ache like me.  O-o-o-o-h! aw believe th’ top o’ mi heead’s commin off!  Aw dooant expect onny sympathy, but connot ta gie me summat to ease me a bit?  If tha doesn’t awst goa ravin mad.”  “Onny body to lissen to thi ud fancy tha wor that already.  Which side is it on?”

“It isn’t th’ aghtside tha may be sewer.  O-o-o-o-h! its like drivin a nail into mi heead.”

“Tha mun goa an get it pool’d.”

“Pool’d! what pool’d?  They can do me noa gooid wi poolin unless they pool mi heead off, an aw dooant think tha’d shed a tear if tha’d to see me come walkin hooam wi it under mi arm!”

“Why, aw dooant know what use it ud be to thi under thi arm, but it’s been varry little use to thi under thi hat.  But aw’ll see what aw can do for thi if tha’ll have a bit o’ patience.”

“Patience!  All reight, lass.  Aw’ll ha patience.  Dooant hurry thysen whativver tha does.  Tha’d better goa an have a bit ov a tawk wi awr Hepsabah, an tak Jerrymier for a walk befoor tha starts.  It may be th’ deeath ov his gronfather, but that meeans nowt.”

“Ther’s nubdy wants thee to dee, for tha’d be worth less then nor tha art nah, if sich a thing could be.  Nah, here sithee,—­ther’s a nice little oonion aw’ve rooasted, an tha mun let mi put it i’ thi earhoil.”

“Will that do onny gooid thinks ta?”

“We can nobbut try.  Tha knows a sheepheead an oonion is allus gooid.”

“Mally,—­when tha wor poorly aw shed tears ovver thee.”

“Well, if tha did, ammot aw sheddin tears?”

“Eeah, but its pillin that oonion at’s made em come.  Tha’ll be sooary for this someday.  Ooooh!”

“Nah, tha’ll see that’ll gie thi a bit o’ ease.  Keep this warm flannel to th’ side o’ thi face wol aw mak thi a pooltice.”

“Doesn’t ta think aw owt to have summat i’th inside as weel?”

“Aw’ve heeard say at a dooas o’ oppenin physic is a varry gooid thing, an aw’ve some tincture o’ rewbub at aw gate for Jerrymier.”

“Then let Jerrymier have it! aw’ll have nooan sich like muck!  Can’t ta think o’ summat else?—­summat warm an comfortin like.”

“Aw can mak thi a sup o’ mint teah.  That’s a varry gooid thing aw believe.”

“Tha knows mint teah nivver does for me.  Ha does ta think a drop o’ warm whisky an watter, withaat sewger ud do?  It isn’t nice takkin, but when its for physic aw can put up wi it.”

“If tha thinks it’ll do thi onny gooid aw’ll slip aght an get thi a tooithful.”

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