Northern Farmer (Old Style)

Wheer asta ben saw long and me liggin ere alon? Noorse? thoort nowt o a noorse: whoy, doctors aben an agon: Says that I mont a naw moor ale: but I bent a fool: Git ma my ale, fur I bent a-gooin to brek my rule. II. Doctors, they knaws nowt, for a says whats nawways true: Naw soort o koind o use to say the things that a do. Ive ed my point o ale ivry noight sin I ben ere, An Ive ed my quart ivry market-noight for foorty year. III. Parsons a ben loikewoise, an a sittin ere o my bed. The amoightys a takin o you to issn, my friend, a said, An a towd ma my sins, ans toithe were due, an I gied it in hond; I done my duty by un, as I a done by the lond. IV. Larnd a ma be. I reckons I annot sa mooch to larn. But a cast oop, thot a did, boot Bessy Marriss barn. Thaw a knaws I hallus voted wi Squoire an choorch an state, An i the woost o toimes I wur niver agin the rate. V. An I hallus comed to s choorch afoor moy Sally wur ded, An erd um a bummin away loike a buzzard-clock ower my ed, An I niver knawd whot a meand but I thowt a ad summut to say, An I thowt a said whot a owt to a said an I comed away. VI. Bessy Marriss barn! tha knaws she laid it to me. Mowt a ben, mayhap, for she wur a bad un, she. Siver, I kep un, I kep un, my lass, tha mun understond; I done my duty by un as I a done boy the lond. VII. But Parson a comes an a gos, an a says it easy an free The amoightys a takin o you to issen, my friend, says e. I went say men be loiars, thof summun said it in aste: But a reds wonn sarmin a week, an I a stubbd Thornaby waste. VIII. Dya moind the waste, my lass? naw, naw, tha was not born then; Theer wur a boggle in it, I often erd um mysen; Most loike a butter-bump, for I erd um about an about, But I stubbd un oop wi the lot, an raved an rembled um out. IX. Kepers it wur; fo they fun um theer a laid on is face Down i the woild enemies afoor I coomd to the place. Noks or Thimblebytoner ed shot un as ded as a nail. Noks wur angd for it oop at soizebut git ma my ale. X. Dubbut look at the waste: theer warnt not feed for a cow: Nowt at all but bracken an fuzz, an look at it now Warnt worth nowt a hacre, an now theers lots o feed, Fourscoor yows upon it an some on it down i seed. XI. Nobbut a bit on its left, an I mend to a stubbd it at fall, Done it ta-year I mend, an runnd plow thruff it an all, If godamoighty an parson ud nobbut let ma alon, Me, wi hate hoonderd hacre o Squoires, an lond o my on. XII. Do godamoighty knaw what as doing a-takin o me? I bent wonn as saws ere a ben an yonder a pe; An Squoire ull be sa mad an alla dear a dear! And I a managed for Squoire coom Michaelmas thutty year. XIII. A mowt a taen owd Jones, as ant a apoth o sense, Or a mowt a taen young Robinsa niver mended a fence: But godamoighty a moost take me an take ma now Wi af the cows to cauve an Thornaby holms to plow! XIV. Loook ow quoloty smoiles when they sees ma a passin by, Says to thessn naw doot what a mon a be sewer-loy! For they knaws what I ben to Squoire sin fust a coomd to the All; I done moy duty by Squoire an I done my duty boy all. XV. Squoires in Lunnon, an summun I reckons ull a to wroite, For whos to howd the lond ater me thot muddles ma quoit; Sartin-sewer I be, thot a went niver give it to Jones, Naw, nor a mont to Robinsa niver rembles the stons. XVI. But summun ull come ater me mayhap wi is kittle o steam Huzzin an mazin the blessed felds wi the Divils oan tem. Sin I mun doy I mun doy, thaw loife they says is sweet, But sin I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn aber to see it. XVII. What atta stannin theer for, an doesn bring ma the ale? Doctors a tottler, lass, an as hallus i the owd tale; I went break rules fur Doctor, a knaws naw moor nor a floy; Git ma my ale I tell tha, an if I mun doy I mun doy.