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<strong>The</strong> Salamanca Corpus: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poetical</strong> <strong>Works</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miss</strong> <strong>Susanna</strong> <strong>Blamire</strong> (<strong>1842</strong>)<br />

And mony time wad wreyte and tell<br />

<strong>The</strong>y wadn’t see him scanted.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y brought him varra canny up,—<br />

He had the best o linnen,<br />

And keept it just to mense his death,—<br />

’Twas peer auld Marget’s spinnin.<br />

<strong>The</strong> house, and aw the bits o’ things,<br />

Will just be for the brudder;<br />

I only wish he’d meade tem owre<br />

To Mary and her mudder!”<br />

WE’VE HED SEC A DURDUM.<br />

AIR—Come under my plaidie.<br />

“WE’VE hed sec a durdum at Gobbleston parish,<br />

For twonty lang years there’s nit been sec a fair;<br />

“We’d slack reape, and tight reape, and dogs that wer<br />

dancin,<br />

Wi’ leytle roun hats on to gar the fwok stare:<br />

A leytle black messet danc’d sae leyke auld Jenny,<br />

I thought it wad niver run out o’ my head;<br />

It was last thing at neet, and the first i’ the mworning,<br />

And I rwoar’d leyke a fuil as I laid i’ my bed!<br />

[217] .<br />

And we had stage playing, and actors frae Lunnon,<br />

At hed sec a canny and bonny leyke say;<br />

I forgat the black messet, and gowl’d leyke a ninny,<br />

Tho’ I said to rnysel, “Wey, its nobbet a play!”<br />

But aw that was naething, for mony wer blinded,<br />

And Jemmy, that brags aw the town for a feght,<br />

He twistet and twirlt—it was just for an <strong>of</strong>f-put,<br />

But aw wadn’t dui, for he gowl’d hawf the neet.<br />

And Betty Mac Nippen, and five <strong>of</strong> her dowters,<br />

As feyne as May garlans, were clwose at my back;<br />

I was flayt they wad hinder fwok hear aw the speeching,<br />

But they gowl’d sec a guid’n, that nin o’ them spak:<br />

And Betty hes heard frae her sister in Lunnon,<br />

And she’s sent the bairns sec a mwort o’ feyne things,

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