Th'Owd Verses've T'Dales

(Translation: Traditional Poetry of Yorkshire)



Owd Moxy

Ben Preston

Owd Moxy wrowt hard for his morsil o' breead,
An' to keep up his courage he'd sing,
Tho' Time wi' his scythe hed mawn t' crop on his heead
An' then puffed it away wi' his wing.

Reight slavish his labour an' little his wage,
His path tuv his grave were bud rough,
Poor livin' an' hardships, a deal more nor age,
Hed swealed daan his can'le to t' snuff.

One cowd winter morn, as he crept aat o' bed,
T' owd waller felt dizzy an' sore:-
"Come, frame us some breykfast, Owd Duckfooit, he said,
"An' I'll finish yond fence up at t' moor;

"I'll tew like a brick wi' my hammer an' mall,
An' I'll bring home my honey to t' hive,
An' I'll pay t' bit o' rent an' wer shop-score an' all,
An' I'll dee aat o' debt if I live."

So Peg made his pobs an' then futtered abaat,
An' temm'd him his tea into 't can,
Then teed up some bacon an' breead in a claat,
For dearly shoo liked her owd man.

Then Moxy set aat on his wearisome way,
Wadin' bravely throo t' snaw-broth i' t' dark;
It's a pity when fellas at's wakely an' grey
Hes to walk for a mile to their wark.

Bud summat that mornin' made Moxy turn back,
Tho' he hardly knew what it could meean,
So, cudlin' Owd Peggy, he gave her a smack,
An' then started for t' common ageean.

All t' day a wild hurricane wuther'd throo t' glen,
An' then rush'd like a fiend up to t' heeath;
An' as Peggy sat knittin' shoo said tuv hersen,
"Aw dear! he'll be starruv'd to t' deeath."

An' shoo felt all that day as shoo'd ne'er felt afore,
An' shoo dreeaded yit hunger'd for neet ;
When harknin' an' tremlin' shoo heeard abaat t' door
A mutterin, an' shufflin o' feet.

Five minutes at after, Owd Peg, on her knees,
Were kussin' a forehead like stone;
An' to t' men at stood by her wi' tears i' their ees,
Shoo said, "Go, lads, an' leave me alone."

When they straightened his body, all ready for t' kist,
It were seen at he'd thowt of his plan;
For t' shop-score an' t' rent war safe locked in his fist,
So he deed aat o' debt, like a man.
 

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When At Hame Wi' Dad
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I'm Yorkshire Too
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The Wensleydale Lad
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A Song
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A Song (2)
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Death of a Frog
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Sheffield Cutler's Song
Abel Byewater
Adress to Poverty
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The Collingham Ghost
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Yorkshire Horse Dealers
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The Lucky Dream
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The Milkin' Time
J. H. Dixon
Come to Thy Gronny Doy
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Owd Moxy
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Dean't Mak Gam O'Me
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Coom Stap At Yam Toneet Bob
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Ode To T'Mooin
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Aunt Nancy
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My Awd Hat
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Reeth Bartle Fair
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The Christmas Party
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Nelly o' Bob's
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Bite Bigger
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Rollickin' Jack
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Jim's Letter
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To A Schoolmaster
George Lancaster
The Window On The Cliff Top
W. H. Oxley
Aar Maggie
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Pason Drew Thro' Pudsey
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Pateley Reaces
Anon
Play Cricket
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The File Cutter's Lament To Liberty
E. Downing
A Kuss
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Huntin' Song
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Spring
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Heam, Sweet Heam
A. C. Watson
Then An' Nae
E. A. Lodge
Owd England
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Love And pie
J. A. Carill
Cleveland Lyke-wake Dirge
anon
A Dree Neet
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The Bridal Bands
Anon
A bridal Garter
Anon

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