{"id":134,"date":"2009-08-02T02:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-08-01T18:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.co.uk\/SU\/?p=134"},"modified":"2021-12-01T10:26:43","modified_gmt":"2021-12-01T02:26:43","slug":"yorkshire-dialect-poems-1673-1915-and-traditional-poems-by-moorman-frederic-william-1872-1919","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/yorkshire-dialect-poems-1673-1915-and-traditional-poems-by-moorman-frederic-william-1872-1919\/","title":{"rendered":"Yorkshire Dialect Poems (1673-1915) and traditional poems by Moorman, Frederic William, 1872-1919"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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Bite Bigger<\/b><\/p>\n

by John Hartley, (1839 – 1915)<\/p>\n

As I hurried through t’ taan to my wark,
-I were lat,(1) for all t’ buzzers had gooan-
I happen’d to hear a remark
At ‘ud fotch tears thro’ th’ heart of a stooan.<\/p>\n

It were rainin’, an’ snawin’, an’ cowd,
An’ th’ flagstones were cover’d wi’ muck,
An’ th’ east wind both whistled an’ howl’d,
It saanded like nowt bud ill luck.<\/p>\n

When two little lads, donn’d(2) i’ rags,
Baat(3) stockin’s or shoes o’ their feet,
Com trapsin’ away ower t’ flags,
Boath on ’em sodden’d wi’ t’ weet.<\/p>\n

Th’ owdest mud happen be ten,
T’ young un be haulf on’t, no more;
As I look’d on, I said to misen,
“God help fowk this weather at’s poor!”<\/p>\n

T’ big un samm’d(4) summat off t’ graand,
An’ I look’d just to see what ‘t could be,
T were a few wizen’d flaars he’d faand,
An’ they seem’d to hae fill’d him wi’ glee.<\/p>\n

An’ he said, “Coom on, Billy, may be
We sal find summat else by an’ by;
An’ if not, tha mun share these wi’ me,
When we get to some spot wheer it’s dry.”<\/p>\n

Leet-hearted, they trotted away,
An’ I follow’d, ’cause t’ were i’ my rooad;
But I thowt I’d ne’er seen sich a day,
It wern’t fit to be aat for a tooad.<\/p>\n

Sooin t’ big un agean slipp’d away,
An’ samm’d summat else aat o’ t’ muck;
An’ he cried aat, “Look here, Bill, to-day
Arn’t we blest wi’ a seet o’ gooid luck?”<\/p>\n

Here’s a apple, an’ t’ mooast on it’s saand,
What’s rotten I’ll throw into t’ street.
Wern’t it gooid to lig theer to be faand?
Naa boath on us can have a treat.<\/p>\n

“So he wip’d it an’ rubb’d it, an’ then
Said, “Billy, thee bite off a bit;
If tha hasn’t been lucky thisen,
Tha sal share wi’ me sich as I get.”<\/p>\n

So t’ little un bate off a touch,(5)
T’ other’s face beam’d wi’ pleasure all through,
An’ he said, “Nay, tha hasn’t taen mich,
Bite agean, an’ bite bigger, naa do.”<\/p>\n

I waited to hear nowt no more;
Thinks I, there’s a lesson for me;
Tha’s a heart i’ thy breast, if tha’rt poor;
T’ world were richer wi’ more sich as thee.<\/p>\n

So I said, “Lad, here’s twopence for thee,
For thisen.” An’ they star’d like two geese;
Bud he said, whol t’ tear stood in his ee,
“Naa, it’ll just be a penny apiece.”<\/p>\n

“God bless thee! do just as tha will,
An’ may better days speedily come;
Though clamm’d(6) an’ hauf donn’d,(7) my lad, still
Tha’rt a deal nearer Heaven nor(8) some.”<\/p>\n

1. Late. 2. Dressed. 3. Without. 4. Picked.5. Small piece. 6. Starved 7. Dressed 8. Than<\/p>\n

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http:\/\/www.scribd.com\/doc\/2393419\/Yorkshire-Dialect-Poems-16731915-and-traditional-poems-by-Moorman-Frederic-William-18721919   Bite Bigger by John Hartley, (1839 – 1915) As I hurried through t’ taan to my wark,-I were lat,(1) for all t’ buzzers had gooan-I happen’d to hear a remarkAt ‘ud fotch tears thro’ th’ heart of a … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,45],"tags":[67],"class_list":["post-134","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-yorkshire","tag-poetry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2722,"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions\/2722"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}