Songs of the Ridings by F. W. (Frederic William) Moorman
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But this I'll tak my oath on:
Wheeriver I mun go, I'll hark to t' echoes o' yon bells O' Kirkby Overblow. 1 Unwieldy, grumbling rascals. 2 Hoarse. 3. Snare 4. Meddle with. THE GARDENER AND THE ROBIN Why! Bobbie, so thou's coom agean! I'm fain to see thee here; It's lang sin I've set een on thee, It's ommost hauf a yeer. What's that thou says? Thou's taen a wife An' raised a family. It seems thou's gien 'em all the slip Now back-end's drawin' nigh. I mun forgi'e thee; we're owd friends, An' fratchin's not for us; Blackbirds an' spinks(1) I can't abide, At doves an' crows I cuss. But thou'll noan steal my strawberries, Or nip my buds o' plum; |
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