algy Posted February 21, 2013 Report Share Posted February 21, 2013 Eawt o' Wark Aw conno’ see why aw should fret, Or poo a great lung face, Ther’s smiles an’ freawns, ther’s ups an’ deawns, I’ life’s uncertain race: An’ though mi lot seems rayther hard, An’ th’ world looks cowd an’ dree, Ther’s lots o’ folk’ aw ’at know weel ’At’s far wur off nor me. Aw’ve got a reet hard-workin’ wife, Hoo’s moor to me nor wealth; We’n th’ roughest lads ther is i’th’ fowt, O’ brimmin’ o’er wi’ health; Their appetities are sharp an’ keen,– They’n ne’er bin speighlt wi’ choice,– Just let ’em smell yon porritch pon, They’ll noan want sheawtin’ twice. We’n porritch mornin’, noon, an’ neet, An’ fain to get it, too, But should aw strike a bit o’ luck, We’n oather broth or stew; Aw’ll tackle owt, aw care for nowt, If it be honest wark; If aw con addle hawve a creawn Aw sing jut like a lark. This trailin’ reawnd to find odd jobs Aw’ve never tried afore; Well, happen times ’ll awter soon,– Aw wish this strike wer o’er. Aw’m trudgin’ here, an’ seekin’ theer, Till its grown welly dark; Aw get a bit, but then, yo’ know, It’s noan like gradely wark. This country side looks fine an’ breet, An’ th’ brids sing eawt wi’ glee; Ther’s sweet perfume fro’ every bloom In dell an’ posied lea. O’ this to me is grand to see, Aw like Dame Nature’s book, But aw’d rather yer yon fact’ry bell, An’ see a bit o’ smook. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
harry hayes Posted February 22, 2013 Report Share Posted February 22, 2013 Again very good and different Algy. We don't talk proper these days. Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
algy Posted February 22, 2013 Author Report Share Posted February 22, 2013 Your welcome Harry!. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy Posted February 22, 2013 Report Share Posted February 22, 2013 I sort of struggle to read and understand them... but I'm nearly there Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cleopatra Posted March 10, 2013 Report Share Posted March 10, 2013 That's because people today don't talk proper like what they should do. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy Posted March 10, 2013 Report Share Posted March 10, 2013 Blimey Cleo you must be right as it took you over 2 weeks to understand and reply to my post Ohh arrrr ladi thou's slippin ye naw and to be keepin' up youse should av had a weetuuuuurbix or somes of them theres poridge owts drowned in a slyce of rawse blaaaack pudding and somes uney form them there beez that buzzes around ..... errm why do I suddenly sound like a deranged and drunk pirate who really want's to be a cornish farmer with a new combine harvester Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
algy Posted March 11, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 11, 2013 Blimey Cleo you must be right as it took you over 2 weeks to understand and reply to my post Ohh arrrr ladi thou's slippin ye naw and to be keepin' up youse should av had a weetuuuuurbix or somes of them theres poridge owts drowned in a slyce of rawse blaaaack pudding and somes uney form them there beez that buzzes around ..... errm why do I suddenly sound like a deranged and drunk pirate who really want's to be a cornish farmer with a new combine harvester Dizz, it sounds like a scouse' Lancastrian. Somerset, Yorkshirite. . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cleopatra Posted March 11, 2013 Report Share Posted March 11, 2013 Black pudding? No thank you! Grandpapa used to love them and he gave me a bit one day when I was still my papa's little princess....YUCK! Couldn't even stand the smell of them ever after that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
algy Posted March 11, 2013 Author Report Share Posted March 11, 2013 Black pudding? No thank you! Grandpapa used to love them and he gave me a bit one day when I was still my papa's little princess....YUCK! Couldn't even stand the smell of them ever after that. My dad's favourite was tripe, I hate it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cleopatra Posted March 11, 2013 Report Share Posted March 11, 2013 Don't mention tripe! It's beyond me how anyone can eat that stuff! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy Posted March 11, 2013 Report Share Posted March 11, 2013 Dizz, it sounds like a scouse' Lancastrian. Somerset, Yorkshirite. . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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