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Yorkshire Ditties, First Series - To Which Is Added The Cream Of Wit And Humour From His Popular Writings by John Hartley
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spot they'd fowt soa hard to get, an' sombdy behund, 'at had hardly
tewd a bit dropt into th' seat. And sich is life: it isn't allus th'
workers 'at succeed, net it marry! its th' skeeamers! it's them 'at
keeps ther een oppen. But aw con allus thoil 'em owt they get, if,
when they're climbin' up th' stee, they niver put ther heel on another
chap's neck, by traidin' on his fingers, to mak him lawse his hold.
It's a wrang nooation 'at some fowk have getten, to "get brass
honestly if yo can, an' if yo cannot, try to keep a easy conscience,
an' do baat it." Some chaps 'll niver get on; they're allus gooin' to
mend, but they niver start. Sich like should tak a pattern throo th'
Almenack makkers--they've lost eighteen haars this last three years,
an' if they didn't mind they'd loise six mooar this time, but they tak
care net to do soa,--they shove a day extra into February to mak it
up, and they call it "leap year," and it ud be a rare gooid job if
fowk wod tak a few laups this year;--laup aat o'th' alehouse on to th'
hearthstun at home--laup aat o' bed i' time for th' church ov a Sunday
momin'--laup aat o' th' clutches o' th' strap shop--laup aat o' th'
gate o' bad company--laup up to yo're wark wi' a smile, an' laup back
hooam wi' it, an' yo'll find th' wife's heart ul laup wi joy to see yo
comin' back cheerful, an' th' childer ul laup on to yo'r knee, an'
yo'll be capt ha easy it'll be to laup over ony bits o' trouble 'at
yo' meet wi'. But alus laup forrard if it's possible; for if yo try
to laup backards yo'll run th' risk o' braikin yo'r neck, an' noabody
pities them 'at laups aat o' th' fryin' pan into th' fire, an' it's a
easy matter to miss it.--Aa dear o' me! aw think it is!--and yo'd
think soa if yo'd seen what aw saw once. A mate o' mine courted a
lass, an' he'd monny a miss afore he gat throo wi it. He used to go
an' tawk to her throo a brokken window 'at ther wor i' th' weshhaase,
an' one neet shoo'd promised to meet him thear, an' he wanted to kuss
her as usual, but he started back. "Nay, Lucy," he said, "aw'm sure
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