A York-shire DIALOGUE, In its pure Natural DIALECT: As it is now commonly Spoken in the North parts of York-Shire.
Being a Miscellaneous discourse, or Hotchpotch of several Country Affaires, begun by a Daughter and her Mother, and continued by the Father, Son, Uncle, Neese, and Land-Lord.
Note that D. stands for Daughter, M. for Mother, F. for Father, S. for Son, V. for Uncle, N. for Neese, and L. for Land-Lord.
Reader here's folly, come and Laugh thy fill, He neer did good, that never did noe Ill.
YORK, Printed by John White, and are to be sold by Richard Lambert, at the Crown at the Minster-gates. 1683.
A Yorkeshire Dialogue in its pure Natural Dialect, as it now commonly spoken in the North parts of Yorkeshire, being a Miscellaneous discourse, or Hotchpotch of several Country affaires, begun by a Daughter and her Mother, and continued by the Father, Son, Uncle, Neese, and Land-Lord;
D.
MOther our Croky's Cawven sine't grew dark,
And Ise flaid to come nar, she macks sike wark;
M.
Seaun, seaun Barn, bring my Skeel and late my tee
Mack hast, and hye Thee ore to'th Laer to me:
Weese git a Battin and a Burden Reap,
Though it be mirke, weese late it out by grape;
Than wee'l to▪th Field and give the Cow some Hay,
And see her Clean, before we come away;
For flaid she git some water before she Cleen,
And marr her Milk, Ise greet out beath my Neen:
D.
Whaugh Mother how she Rowts, Ise varra Arfe
Shee'l put, and rive my good Prunella Scarfe,
M.
Ise dinge thy harnes out, thou base mucky Sewe,
Thou macks sike Anters, Thou'l mistetch my Cow;
What need thou be seay flaid. She will nut mell,
Nor Hipe, if there war neane here but thy sell;
D.
Wally, wally, here's a deft Tinye Cawfe,
It's better than a Keausteril behawfe,
M.
It's newly gitten Feaut, tack haud on't Tibb,
Wee'l suckl't weel, and put it into 'th Cribb,
And Bed it Strangly, with good clean Streay,
And see it lye'th sell down before we geay,
Now let us hame, and late for Bowles and Sile,
Thy Father'l meause whore we are all this while.
F.
Ise nut farr, ist Cow Cawv'd that's a gooddin,
Now Tibb weese git some Beestling puddin,
Let's Spang our gates for it is varra Snithe,
And Ise flaid wife, it will be frost belive,
Leake yonder ist Lad comming, to late for you,
Hee'd be in Bed, to Morn, we gang to plewe,
M.
Wya, wya, did 'th pot play when you com.
Wheay keauks the Supper now when Ise fra hame
What Hob ist Beefe aneugh, ist Groats put in
Till all war deaun, I knawe thou wad not lin,
S.
Ey Mother the Groats are in, Ive tane of'th pot,
And 'th Cael I seaure are cawd eneugh to Sup;
M.
Come tack up'th Beefe Tibb, ist Dubler ready,
Thy Father and Hobb mun gang to'th Smiddy,
And fetch the Specks, Sock, and Coulter hither,
Seedtimes now come, they mun Sawe Haver;
Stride Tibb, and clawt some Cassons out 'oth Hurne,
Then geay Thy wayes and fetch a Skeel of Burne,
And hing the pan ore'th Fire, ith Rekin-crewke,
And Ise wesh 'th Sile, and dishes up 'ith Newke,
And than wee'l all to Bed; here's a cawd Neet
But Husband Ise cling close, and weese blend Feet,
F.
Pray thee deau Pegg, than Ise git up 'ith Morne,
And late some pokes, and put up our Seed Corne:
Than thou may sarra'th Goats and Gilts with draffe,
And Ise give Yawds some Hinderends and Caffe,
Than for our Breakfasts, Thou may haet some Cael,
Till I lye by my Shackfork and my Flail:
And Hobbs mack ready my Harrows and my Plewgh,
And he and I Pegg, sall deau weel aneugh;
Ive hard it tauk'd, and now the Trueth Ive fund,
Amell tweay Steauls, the Tail may fall to'th grund.
I lited on Hobb, he Lited on me,
And the Deel a thing is ready at I see,
Neither Traces, Hames, nor Baurghwans to find,
Swingle Trees, nor Helters, all's made an ill end
But tweay dayes sine, Ise seaure they war all here,
Flung on an Heap 'ith midst of our Laer Fleaure,
S.
Fatther they'r ligging all on our Faugh Lands
I trail'd them there my sell with my awne hands;
F.
Thou's a good Lad my Hobb that teauke sike Care
Ist Yoaks and Bowes and Pad and Yoaksticks there
S.
Ey ey and'th Plewgh Staffe teau Hopper and Teems
We lack nowght but a Bay Stagg of me Neems
That wee're to Yoake'ith plewgh before our Yawds,
And than Ise seaur weese rive up all Adawds.
F.
Near rack near rack, weese tack neay thought for that,
Ise seaur that it will bide us billing at.
Our Land is tewh, and full of strang whickens,
Catt whins, and Seavy Furrs and monny Breckins,
S.
Lythe yee, Lythe yee, how fondly you tawke,
You think, weese mack monny ilfavart Bawke.
F.
Gray Geause hath layd, geuy carry in her Egg,
Tibb dare not come to fetcht, for flaid'oth Stegg. Grise,
Then goame, steeke'th Hemble deaur and bar up'th
For they've been in a mischief twice or thrice.
The Libber comes to Morn, weese Libb'th awd Piggs
For they've mead filthy wark, 'oth Corn Land Riggs.
S.
Fatther our Bull Seggs pussom'd, hees degbownd,
And our awd Meer is slidden into'th Pownd,
F.
Wellaneerin, wellaneerin, run fast run,
Hye thee Hobb, and bid thy Mawgh Herry come,
[Page 5]And bring his horne, and give our Segg a drinck,
Mack hyast or else Ise lam thee till thou stinck.
V.
Howe nowe Hobb, thou reeks sayr what macks ta run
What uncuths hes thou brought come tell me seaun,
S.
Our Yawd's layd arse-ward, Bull Segg is like to dec,
And seay Ise com for you to gang with me.
V.
Marry Ise varra weay, for thats ill warke,
Ise flaid, weese not get there before't be dark▪
F.
Thats weel your come, the Segg is at Stand Hecl,
What ails tis deaur I cannot find out'th Sneck.
V.
Is this him that liggs here, hee's tengd hee'l dee
Lett's stick him, there's neay whopes of him I see,
Hee's pratty meetery Flesh here s a good skin,
Hee l mack good Ca [...]l and put fat Backon in;
Lett's gang and see your Sheep, what ails yon Teaupe
I think hee's gitten some stob in his Feaut,
Thur Yowes are Clowclagg'd, they skitter sayr,
They'l be full of Mawks if you tack nut care,
I think they've gitten some fresh whewt of girse,
That macks them seay beclarted about 'th Arse.
F.
Ise like to Clem lets hame Maugh to our Pegg,
Sheel trigg our Kites with good Kirne Milk & Whigg
V.
Sister have you owght that will slocken weel,
You've Whigg 'ith Stand, and good Kirn-milk 'ith Skeel
Fill me'th Bend Kit, Ise set it to my paet
Ile venter a strang pull, though I be haet.
[Page 6]Here's sine Backon Sister its glore fatt,
But it's a little knarl'd with our Carl Catt.
F.
Its small warse Pegg wheres our Haver Riddle;
Last time I sawt, it was layd ive our Stable.
Wheay hes remmond 'th Side Lanyells some ill Foal,
I laid um here under the Aumry soal.
Can neathing lig, that leeter than a stane
We sall heve nowt left seaun, all will be gane
All things run wrang wife, neathing Cottens weel
Thy spindle is all ravield, nea Garn oth Reel.
Thy sammaron webb thou sent tuth Bleacher well
Is stown, grey Geause Gezlins all dazd ith shell
Our Bayking I put up 'ith Harden Seck,
The Mi [...]ners let it fall into the Beck,
M.
Waies is me Husband our awd Breads all gane,
We mun mack Bannocks till 'th Bakin come haum.
F.
Its comes ith Earnder Wife or else be Neaun,
Come bring my Siippers Tibb and deet my Sheaun.
To Morn ith Ownder we mun dod our Sheepe,
The Weathers hate and Mawks begin to creepe:
M.
Sum's feald our backstane Tibb or else its gean,
Ise varra flaid sum es gitten't for'th lang lane,
D.
Whilk wayes our Hobb gaen Mother, here's base wark
Yonders Gawt ith Garth and riven all his sarke.
M.
What's warse than ill luck, late me our Fruggin,
Ise stop 'th Yatt, tell thou mack Perry lugg him.
F.
Herest Dubler brocken, and nowther Sowle nor Breau▪
And Ise seay Howle I knawe nut what to deau.
Heres mad wark Hobb, Speer'th Heck and flay back'th Catt.
Therest Backon in her mouth hitt her a batt
Weel dean Hobb hest a gittint leauke ist there,
Its lytle warse its traild 'ith Mucky Fleaur,
Here'st Gully liggin, call thy Mother seaun,
Ise scrape it clean, Ise seaure its now past Neaun,
Fye fye if wee'd nut come just when we did,
Wee'd been mislicken'd of our dinners Pegg.
M.
How seay I whemmil'd Dubler ore the Meat,
To keep it safe and warme for you to Eat.
F.
But'th Catt had eaten't all if weed nut been
Dubler's brocken, thou may trust thy nawn Een,
I Wad faine see a fine Sun shiny day,
Heres wancle weather for gittinge of our Hay.
What ails our Tibb, that she urles seay ith Newke,
Shee's nut Reet. she leauks an Awd farrand Leauke.
D.
Fatther, Ive gitten cawd, I can scarce tawke,
And my Snurles are seay sayr stopt, I can nut snawke,
N.
How duz my Cozen Tibb Naunt I mun nut stay,
I hard she gat a Cawd the other day,
M.
Ey wallaneerin, wilta gang and see, Stee.
Shee's aboun 'ith Chawmber, Thou may Clim upth
[Page 8]Shee's on a dovening now gang deftly Nan,
And mack as little din as ee'r Thou can.
N.
Your mains flaid, there's an awd saying you knawe
That's there's no Carrion will kill a Crawe:
If she be nut as dead as a deaur Naile,
Ile mack her flyer and semper like Flesh Cael,
What Tibb I see, Thou is nut yet quite dead,
Leauke at me woman, and haud up thy head.
D.
Ah Nan steeke'th winderboard, and mack it darke,
My Neen are varra sayr, they stoun and warke.
They are seay Gummy and Furr'd up sometime.
I can nut leauke at 'th Leet, nor see a stime.
N.
Come come, I can mack Thee Leetsome and blythe,
Here will be thy awd Sweet-heart here Belive.
He tell'd me seay I say him but last Neet
O Tibb he is as fine as onny Kneet.
D.
Nay Nan Thou dus but jest there's neay sike thing,
He woes another Lasse and gave her a Ring.
N.
Away away great feaul tack thou neay Care,
He swears that hee'l love thee for evermare.
And sayes as ever he whopes his Saul to seave,
Hee'l either wed to Thee, or tull his greave.
D.
Thou macks me laugh Nan, if all be true thou sayes,
I whope that than Ise see some joyful dayes:
Hee's made me have monny a sad heart,
I thought hee'd left me, and wad nut tack my part.
[Page 9]But than sometimes I thowght it's a black Creake,
That never to her sell can gitt a Meake:
N.
The Reason why he duz nut come and gang,
He sayes love me leetly and love me lang.
There's luck in Leizur, hee'd have your Loves tack haud
He sayes hee's heard that haet Love is seaun cawd:
He can Leov the House weel that has Tibb in,
And nut be allwayes Riding 'oth Riggin.
Next time he comes hee'l tel thee all his mind,
Seay be nut Stanfra, but Loving and kind,
And let him kisse and grape teau if he will,
Thou's neer warse woman for there's nean can tell.
D.
Hee's had neay want of that which macks me thinke,
The Proverb's true, that proffer'd things duz stinke:
The things that we have dean Ise arfe to tell,
But I suppose Thou's deaun the same with Will:
N.
Pray thee tell me Tibb, tell me woman seaun,
And Ile tell thee what Will and I heve deaun
D.
If I sud tell the Reeks that wee have had,
Thou'l kittle seay, it'l mack thee just starke mad:
N.
Thou setts me Agog until I hear,
Thou need nut blush come whisper me 'ith Ear
D.
What need I whisper, Thou knawes young Women will
To gett a Lively Lad, use all their skill:
He kist me first did grape my breests and than,
Went lawer downe, Thou knaws what teau dear Nan:
N.
Tell me I pray Thee what did he Tibby,
Did he, beat a Larum on thy Stiddy:
D.
Wheesht wheesht my Mothers comeing up I hear,
And shee's heard all our Tawke, Nanny I fear
N.
Wad she war hang'd that cud nut stay belawe,
I'de as leeve be fell'd as nut the trueth all knawe:
Ise heare't all out when I have time to stay
My Naunt's just here nowe, farewell Ile away
I mun be ganging nowe Ise seaure its time
Ive nowther been at Kye, nor farra'd 'th Swine:
M.
What ista ganging Nan will thou nut stay,
How comes thy clathes seay flurr'd Barne this cawme day
Thous never Tite, theres alwayes something wrang,
Wad ta saw thy sell thou great Gammerstang,
For sham Woman Reet um down as ta geayes
Ise seaur thou hes neay Mence neer in thy Clathes,
Beseaur hereafter thou tack better Care.
For Meat is mickle, but Mence is Maer.
Yonders our Owse, is Loppen ore the Yate,
Nan slap him back as Thou gangs up 'th Towne gate
N.
Naunt Ile nut mell, outless he war our awne,
What ist weaud Owse, that Hiped at our Brawne.
M.
Neay neay great Staggs, what a fond wark Thou macks
It's him, that brach down'th Railes, tuth Haver stacks.
[Page 11]When thou duz gang upp'th Town, Thoul knaw him seaun,
Hee's a find Flae Head, and a pure browne Greaun.
N.
Heres your Hobb coming let him gang his Sell,
I tell you plain Ile nowther mack nor mell.
I heve nea time now up the Town to Rame,
There is odd Charrs for me to deau at hame;
F.
Is Hobb gane Husband to fetch back weaud Owse,
A wee bit sine, out o'th Fawd Garth brack lowse.
M.
If he can but dree, I saw him yeaud upth Town,
And seay I think hee's gean to fetch him down:
Wife what's become of my Spatterdashers,
Pray Thee Stride upp'th Greese and fetch'th Gammashaes
For I mun gang to'th field and cut some Hay,
And give Ilkin 'oth drapes some while I stay,
There is a Rencky Cow, that beats all'th rest.
And till I Fother'd them, I never wist.
Tother has booke, and Bane, and are as tall,
And yet she macks um run on Snocksnarles all.
Bringe me our Hay Spade Hobb, Hushta good Lad
Can thou not hawd thy Feet, what ista Madd:
Some Rogue has stown our Cawse house deaur away,
Mind Hobb if thou Speer it out to day.
Outapont how that Hen gobbles up all'th Groats,
Thur Birds are all Cumber, Ile cut their Throats.
M.
Stand by Caingell let me Crum um some Bread,
Ise Arfe to put them out because 'oth Glead.
F.
What a whanks there if thou fike wast doe mack,
I mun late 'th Needle whore it never stack.
I care nut, an they war all Drown'd 'ith dike
There not worth an Atchison, nor Twenty fike.
M.
Your a cheap Man, trouble not your Jobber Nowle
Ile give um some Trouts, reach me hither Bowle.
F.
Thou's nought but Babbles, thou duz things to'th Hawves
Thou'd mayer need gang, and mack some Cale for'th Cawves
They'r starv'd for want of Meat, hark how they Bleere
When'th Steed stown, Thou may steeke the Stable deaur.
Mack hast good Pegg, sweep'th house and don the seaun
Our Land-Lord woman will be here by Neaun.
I had an Inklin on't at'th Arvall Feast,
Methinks he macks deevlish stickle but hast.
M.
Its time for me about the House to Tripp,
Hee's be as welcome as watter into a Shipp.
It's nut aboon Three weeks gane sine'th Rent day,
Husband what have you gitten upp to pay.
F.
Ive five Nobles Pegg and some odd money,
Thou seld some Cheefes hes thou onny.
M.
Seaven groats and a penny is all my Stock
Thou knows whore it liggs, lve nowther Key nor Lock
F.
Pray thee tell truly, hes thou neay mayer,
Did thou nut sell some Garne at our last Faire:
M.
What if I did, heve I nut mayer to pay,
Then I can mack of Trouts, Kirne Milke, and Whey
Wadta have me keaune, or deau that is warse,
Turne Whore, and Addle money with my Narse;
Ile have mayer under my hands to gang about,
Thou's nut thinke, that Ile be thy Underlout
F.
Thou Snoutbands me sayer may I nut jest,
I seaur I ment neay harm to thee 'ith least;
Come hither Hobb, what little stock hes Thou,
I knawe Thou's Addle some, with driving Plewe;
S.
The small stock I've gitten up togeather.
Is Twelve Bodles a Groate and fix pence Fatther,
F.
I mun borrow'd Hobb, what ista willing,
When I git money Thou's have a Shilling.
S.
Ise gang and fetch it hard fest in a Cloote:
You may seaun lows't your sell, and tack it out.
F.
Here's Three and Three pence in odd Money Pegg
That macks Forty Shillings, Reet as my Legg;
Pashions a Life, heerst Land-Lord just at deaur,
Stand you by, Ile speak to him doe nut feare,
L.
Ise come to see Thee, how dusta Billy,
What macks Thee hustle, thou's mayr fawse than silly
[Page 14]Thou Glincks and Glimes seay I'd misken'd thy face,
If Thou had wont at onny other place:
Ist God Moarn or God Deen, what saysta Will?
I think you heve nut dyn'd heres a good smell,
F.
Leet pray you Land-Lord, and you than will knawe,
I think my wife hes Pyes ith Ewn to draw:
L.
How now Peggy, methinks thou's varra fine,
Have you some Guests to come to day, to dyne,
M.
Wellaneering wee'd need have every Neaun,
Something that's good, to keep our Hearts aboon;
L.
But courser Fair I think, might you content,
You tack neay thought, how to pay me my Rent,
F.
Weese pay you as me mack't, and ast comes in,
And you can have neay mayer 'oth Catt but'th Shin,
Here's Forty Shillings we heve neay mayer,
Weese have a Cow to sell at our Neest Fair:
L.
What can I deau with this it will nut clear,
And pay seay Mickle, as streights your awd Arreare,
F.
Heres bad times pray you Land-Lord be content
Forbear us but and you's heve all your Rent:
L.
But it will be a lang time first-Ise feard,
Aud whiles'th girse growes, 'ch Horse Starves as Ive heard
Next time I come you mun clear off, I leauke,
Thur Driblets mack me scrat, where duz nut yeauke▪
F.
But you mun Let us Rive up some fresh grund
Or else wee'l turn your Farme into your hand:
L.
Wad yee'd gane titter, I had been neay warse.
For your not worth the warst Fart of mine A—
You may gang when you will, Ise never Care,
Ise get another Tenant I neer fear;
F.
Wee'r sattl'd here: And sea to stir wee'r laith,
But weel I wait weese gether here nea Graith,
L.
You Ill my Farm for you have said to some,
Your quite undone and beggar'd sine you com.
F.
Some Pikethanks for ill will hes teld you that,
An uncouth Dog hes monny Barkers at;
Ise Sackless on't Sir. by this fire that Reeks,
Ile Swear't upon all Beauks, that opens and steeks,
L.
Away away, if I sud let you Si [...]t,
Rent free; I see you cud nut Live on it;
Your Corn's as Rank as ever it can stand.
There's sike a wreck, it liggs all down 'oth Land:
And yet you say your Farme is starke att'th Rent
And you for Tennants give me nea Content;
You can nut pay nor I can nut forbear,
Provide seay for your selves another Yeare:
F.
Wee'r nut seay Browden on't, as you suppose,
I thinck langer we stay, the mayer weese lose,
Wad wee'd neer kend your Farme, nor had come here,
But bowght wittt's best, if it cost nut ore dear,
There's neay Feaul, like to'th awd Feaul, I may say;
They that are bund. I see they mun obey;
[Page 16]The time that we com here, wee've cause to curse
A tumbling stane, I see neer gathers Moss;
We war 'ore weel before and did not waite
And now we may the time rue when'ts ore late;
L.
Come come for all your goodly Cracks and Braggs
Ill Husbands and Sluggards mun gang in Raggs;
If you ow'd money when you com tuth Farme,
Your Creditors not it have deaun you harme:
If all your stock be gaen, lean to your Kin,
Near is my Sarke, but nearer is my Skin,
Charity begins at hame Ise nut bund
To let you Live Rent free, upon my grund,
There's neay Sell like to'th awne Sell; you've Farmes anew
Offer'd you say, God speed you, Ise nee'r Rue;
A weaud Horse I've heard it oft Reported
And a Rotten Harrowe, are seaun parted,
Fareweele, Ise weay to find'th awd saying true,
It's an ill made Bargain whore beath Parties Rue.
F.
I've set our Land-Lord forwards Wife hee's gane,
Our Hobb's nut weel hees a base stinking Yane.
Hee's troubled with Wormes, he can nut sleep nor Lig
Give him Worme-seed and Treacle, pray the Pegg.
Weayworth this Trash, Ise flaid my Ladd's undeaun,
Hee's varra seek it works at his Heart Speaun;
To Moarne Ile gang to'th Market and hire Tibb,
And Peggy thou thy Sell sall spin out'th Webb:
M.
Wya Husband you may deau what you will,
If I be weele. Ise git it deaun my sell;
N.
How deayee all, what Naunt as I hear say,
Tibby hes taine a Godspenny to day;
I'me come to knawe before I gang to Bed,
I thowght this Martinmas she wad be Wedd:
M.
Wayse is me shees ore young for a good Man,
There's meay fowks wed, than keeps good Houses Nan▪
N.
Ore young seay you, I seaure shees gane Eighteen,
And few but at that Age they are Man keen;
Pray you what Age war you, when you war Wed,
At sixteen Naunt you lost your Maidenhead;
M.
But they that Wed before their wise its said
Will dee before they Thrive, and seay Ise flaid
Will thou and she, and all sike Flirtigiggs,
That's fit for nowght but serving Brewster Piggs;
I marvel thy Mother gitts nut thee a Dame,
Its fitter for Thee than to stay at Hame:
To slaver and Spin, and run an odd Charr,
A good Service war better for Thee farr:
N.
What sike an a Service, as Tibb's to have,
I had as leeve be carrid to my Grave;
M.
How seay, what ails her Service can thou tell
Thou nowther let her Thrive nor Thrive thy Sell.
N.
I hear Tibb is to gang to Mistress Nice,
Shee'l rue, Ile warrant mayer than yance or twice.
[Page 18]Shee'l deal her Neaves about her, I hear tell,
Shees timerous to please and varre fell;
First thing that comes to hand Shee'l let it flee,
Neans yable to abide her Cruelty:
Ile lay a Wager Tibb never stayes
A new Meaun, and an Awd, nay nut ten dayes.
M.
Birlady but my Barne shall never bee
A Battingstock for her, Thou's plainly see;
Her Godspeny sall be sent back to Moarn,
Tibb's stay at hame with me, Nan Ile besworne,
My Lasse sall nowther Dame nor Mistress have
Rather then gang to be a perfect Slave;
N.
My Neem's coming, fareweel Naunt, Ile to Bed,
I've sitten till my feet as cawd as Lead.
F.
Yon Town a dree way off Pegg, Ise sayer tire'd,
Tibb is all Jarbil'd, and Ile basely Mire'd;
Here's good Tobacco Wife it cost a Pringle,
How mun I leet my Pipe? Whaugh here's neay Ingle
M.
What need you Rame seay, you see'th Fire's gane,
Poul out your Touchwood, Box Steel, and Flint stane.
Than strike a Fire, and leet a Seave I reed,
And Smeauke your Pipe, before we gang to Bed;
F.
Unfest my Collar point Wife than let us kiss,
And pray for Love amell them where nean is.
My Papers at an End, Ile take my Ease
Here's too mnch pains bestow'd unless it please.
FINIS.