The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...
The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire (1842) - Gredos ...
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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,