Yorkshire Tales. Third Series - Amusing sketches of Yorkshire Life in the Yorkshire Dialect by John Hartley
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aght o' me, soa tha knows! Aw nivver saw nubdy frame war i' mi life!
Why, if awd gien awr Hepsabah's Jerrymier th' job he'd ha done it better nor that." "Wod he?--Well, suppooas tha does give him th' job! Aw'll tell thi what it is.--Aw've just studden this sooart o' thing as long as awm gooin to.--Ther's awr Hepsabah an her Jerrymiar, an thee, 'at know ivverything an can do ivverything,--an aw know nowt an can do nowt, an awm treeated war nor nowt, an soa yo can just tak them winders an stick em up as they are, or mend em, or do what the daggers yo like wi em, but aw tell thi this, once for all,--'at as long as ivver thy name's Mally, tha'll nivver catch me slavin an plannin as aw have done for thee an thine. If tha'd nivver ha interfered, them winders ud ha been in, but tha'll nawther put em in thisen nor let me do it--soa awm gooin aght." "Gooid shutness! Th' longer he lives an th' war he gets." A Bashful Bradfordian. One wod hardly expect to find a bashful young chap in a Bradforth printin office. But ther is one; but aght o' consideration for his tender feelins aw willn't tell his real name, but call him James Fearnly. If yo're varry anxious to find aght who it really is, this is th' way to do it. When yo've a bit o' spare time, if yo connot manage to get 'em all together at once, tak 'em one bi one, as yo can catch 'em, an read this stooary to em. Th' furst one 'at blushes, yo may safely tak |
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