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In a | In a drang were ould Nick ef so ter hard enalined et | ||
Might a scratch'd hes ould claws acoore he and find et | |||
For | For these outlandish Pagans in case the shoud landy | ||
Will go drifting about leyk Excisemen for Brandy | |||
But ef ever the smil out the place were Ive put et | |||
may ma corpse keyk a Picaold be salted and gutted | |||
Ian Troodle | |||
Why then swiss le'm'men cum ef zo be the've a mind | |||
thee hart shanks, vor to skaice weth a fardel behind | |||
Thee mayst skamp with the Women & Children yon Goose | |||
And thee other great goakings that take the same coose | |||
May I Noil like grain tin at a Blowing Vorz vise | |||
Tell I'm rud as the smith makes the peices Ire | |||
May ale tha great Thunderbolts up in the clouds | |||
Vale down por my body & squadge them to zouds | |||
If I wand be shut dead, afore any zup maigre | |||
Shall slainty me leyk a Blakamoor Neger | |||
And make ma eat Quiltings & Padgety poes | |||
And worship the devel & wear woden shoes | |||
No fath! by the spirit & soul a ma body | |||
I'd rather be turned to a Hod a mandody | |||
Dont stand there the great Letterpuck chowing the Thumb | |||
Thee'st la a main dousting whenever they cum | |||
A Cornish Dialogue between Grace Denver & Mary Trevistry | |||
Greasy | |||
Fath & Trash then I bleeve in ter Parishes round | |||
Sickey Roag, Sickey Vallar es not to be found | |||
Mally | |||
Whats tha tressing, an Greasy, lorg we tha cheel oean? | |||
Greasy | |||
A tressing a katha! vads splet es ould Brains | |||
Latest revision as of 01:10, 18 July 2017
In a drang were ould Nick ef so ter hard enalined et Might a scratch'd hes ould claws acoore he and find et For these outlandish Pagans in case the shoud landy Will go drifting about leyk Excisemen for Brandy But ef ever the smil out the place were Ive put et may ma corpse keyk a Picaold be salted and gutted
Ian Troodle
Why then swiss le'm'men cum ef zo be the've a mind thee hart shanks, vor to skaice weth a fardel behind Thee mayst skamp with the Women & Children yon Goose And thee other great goakings that take the same coose May I Noil like grain tin at a Blowing Vorz vise Tell I'm rud as the smith makes the peices Ire May ale tha great Thunderbolts up in the clouds Vale down por my body & squadge them to zouds If I wand be shut dead, afore any zup maigre Shall slainty me leyk a Blakamoor Neger And make ma eat Quiltings & Padgety poes And worship the devel & wear woden shoes No fath! by the spirit & soul a ma body I'd rather be turned to a Hod a mandody Dont stand there the great Letterpuck chowing the Thumb Thee'st la a main dousting whenever they cum
A Cornish Dialogue between Grace Denver & Mary Trevistry
Greasy
Fath & Trash then I bleeve in ter Parishes round Sickey Roag, Sickey Vallar es not to be found
Mally
Whats tha tressing, an Greasy, lorg we tha cheel oean?
Greasy
A tressing a katha! vads splet es ould Brains