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Hi Liz This is how they used to talk in the potteries, my f i l talked a lot like this. I can read it but dont speak it but a lot of the very old people use some of the words now Take Care Linda

Not a clue, Linda, help us out here please. Mine of course was broad Norfolk!

Does anyone know where this is from Linda On Charity Sundee mornin' aw us young uns used walk rind in a procession fer show us new clothes off. Wey set off abite 'afe-past eight an wey walked miles. It's a funny thing but ar never remember it reenin' - it awwees seymed fer bey a roastin' 'ot dee. Ar used bey aw of a sweat in me new serge suit, an' me feyt 'ad blisters on 'em larke 'afe-cryns with me new shoes. Wey 'ad buns an' coffee 'afe wee through th'mornin', an' somebody awwees managed fer sheyd some coffee dine ther new clothes. After us dinner, wey 'ad fer bey in th'Sundee School just turned two o'clock ready fer go on th'steege. Th'wenches 'ad fer wear wheyte frocks on th'steege. Ar remember one yeer when ar was singin' a duet with one o' theyse wenches. Instead o' comin' in a wheyte frock 'er come in a breyght red un. Ee! it was a reyght bobby-dazzler. 'Er stood ite larke a soer thumb an' it fair put me off me singin'. Ther was a bloke neemed Ernie wot used sit on th'bottom row o' th'steege. 'Is job was fer sey we didna talk or fidget too much. But at th'service at neyght ey 'ad 'is 'ands full with them as fell asleyp. Wot with that big walk rind in th'mornin' an' aw th' excitement ther was awwees a little un or two wot fell asleyp on ther perches. Some on 'em coulda dropped off th'steege onter th'floer if Ernie 'adna bin theer fer ketch 'em. Th'Chapel was awwees crammed full. Folks 'ad fer come an' 'our or moer afoer service tarme if thee wanted bey sure o' a seyt. Owd Jim Viggars was a dab-'and at packin' folks in. It's a wonder them Chapel wo's didna start bulgin' ite. Dust know, sirree, ar've seyn 'im tak a fat un ite o' a pew an' put 'im on a cheer an' then put two thin uns in th'pew wheer ey'd 'ad th' fat un frum. Ar remember one yeer when th'minister's weyfe turned up leete - wey were 'afe-wee through th'fost hymn. Th'steward 'adna got a seyt fer 'er but ey didna larke th'idea o' th' minister's weyfe standin' up. Ey tried pushin' 'er inter th'end o' one o' th' pews but 'er said ther wouldna bey room fer everybody when thee sat dine. So ey said: 'Ar'll tell yer wot fer do missus - when yer get ter th'last line o' th'hymm yo meeke sure fer sit dine fost, an' them others'll squeyze thersels in some road or other. An' thee did. But after th'service 'er reckoned 'er'd never bey th'reyght sheepe ever aggen.' A. Scott

I read it first (mentally)in a West country accent. but then several words didn't quite fir so I thought it was suffolk. Ann Glos

Yes Liz, just say it......you know it already, don't you....

anyone else need a laugh this morning?

Errol, and a very good one it was too, well done! lol

Always makes me laugh, Ernie's song! and as for the Wurzels lol

Hays, just what I was thinking, lah de dah! Hi Errol! and Sis

Well you did want a translation!

ark at you.........smarty pants!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;0)xxxx

The one most singular thing that may catch one's eye upon entering is the sign declaring in rather large letters of a red hue that smoking is prohibited. Apparently these cigarettes contain tar which is known to build up and ultimately obstruct one's breathing system, creating a thick, sticky, stringy mucous. Upon taking my place on one of the various seats along with many others I become aware that they may think I am there purely to cause mischief or, indeed, worse. Their expressions are those of sadness and worse, even pain, and it occurs to me that they may be here due to ill health for they are surely not here through choice. The elderly ladies to my right are even quietly discussing all manner of medical conditions. Old George then limps through the door, aided by his crutches, to take up his customary place before seeing the doctor to ask once more whether at last, after 20 years, there may be a miracle cure. He may have asked the doctor so many times already but he is still met with affection and a welcome and is told that he is still in one piece. As for me? Well I only wanted a prescription which, as it is ready prepared, I take and leave the others to discuss their pains and grab their potions.

In a similar vein...................... You could hear the hoof beats pound as they raced across the ground, And the clatter of the wheels as they spun 'round and 'round. And he galloped into market street, his badge upon his chest, His name was Ernie, and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west. Now Ernie loved a widow, a lady known as Sue, She lived all alone in Liddley Lane at number 22. They said she was too good for him, she was haughty, proud and chic, But Ernie got his cocoa there three times every week. They called him Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west. She said she'd like to bathe in milk, he said, 'All right, sweetheart,' And when he'd finished work one night he loaded up his cart. He said, 'D'you want it pasturized? 'Cause pasturized is best,' She says, 'Ernie, I'll be happy if it comes up to my chest.' That tickled old Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west. Now Ernie had a rival, an evil-looking man, Called Two-Ton Ted from Teddington and he drove the baker's van. He tempted her with his treacle tarts and his tasty wholemeal bread, And when she seen the size of his hot meat pies it very near turned her head. She nearly swooned at his macaroon and he said, 'If you treat me right, You'll have hot rolls every morning and crumpets every night.' He knew once she sampled his layer cake he'd have his wicked way, And all Ernie had to offer was a pint of milk a day. Poor Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west. One lunch time Ted saw Ernie's horse and cart outside her door, It drove him mad to find it was still there at half past four. And as he lept down from his van hot blood through his veins did course, And he went across to Ernie's cart and didn't half kick his 'orse. Whose name was Trigger, (Trigger), and he pulled the fastest milk cart in the west. Now Ernie rushed out into the street, his gold top in his hand, He said, 'If you wanna marry Susie you'll fight for her like a man.' 'Oh why don't we play cards for her?' he sneeringly replied, 'And just to make it interesting we'll have a shilling on the side.' Now Ernie dragged him from his van and beneath the blazing sun, They stood there face to face, and Ted went for his bun. But Ernie was too quick, things didn't go the way Ted planned, And a strawberry-flavoured yogurt sent it spinning from his hand. Now Susie ran between them and tried to keep them apart, As Ernie, he pushed her aside and a rock cake caught him underneath his heart. And he looked up in pained surprise and the concrete hardened crust, Of a stale pork pie caught him in the eye and Ernie bit the dust. Poor Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west. Ernie was only 52, he didn't wanna die, And now he's gone to make deliveries in that milk round in the sky. Where the customers are angels and ferocious dogs are banned, And the milkman's life is full of fun in that fairy, dairy land. But a woman's needs are many fold and Sue, she married Ted, But strange things happened on their wedding night as they lay in their bed. Was that the trees a-rustling? Or the hinges of the gate? Or Ernie's ghostly gold tops a-rattling in their crate? They won't forget Ernie, (Ernie), and he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.

WURZELS COMBINE HARVESTER (BRAND NEW KEY) 12/06/1976 - 2 weeks at #1 - 13 weeks on chart I drove my tractor through your haystack last night (ooh aah ooh aah) I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet (ooh aah ooh aah) Now something's telling me That you'm avoiding me Come on now darling you've got something I need Cuz I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Come on now let's get together In perfect harmony I got twenty acres An' you got forty-three Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key She made I laugh ha ha I'll stick by you, I'll give you all that you need We'll 'ave twins and triplets I'm a man built for speed And you know I'll love you darlin' So give me your hand But what I want the most Is all they acres of land Cuz I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Come on now let's get together In perfect harmony I got twenty acres An' you got forty-three Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Ooaah she's a lovely bit of stuff an' all For seven long years I've been alone in this place Eat, sleep, in the kitchen, it's a proper disgrace Now if I cleaned it up would you change your mind I'll give up drinking scrumpy and that lager and lime Cuz I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Come on now let's get together In perfect harmony I got twenty acres An' you got forty-three Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Who loves ya baby ha Weren't we a grand couple at that last wurzel dance I wore brand new gaters and me cordouroy pants In your new Sunday dress with your perfume smelling grand We had our photos took and us holding hands Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Now that we'me both past our fifties I think that you and me Should stop this galavanting and will you marry me Coz I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Aahh yu're a fine looking woman and I can't wait to get me 'ands on your land *runs for cover...................*pmslxxxxx

sorry mumxxx lolxxx

Ooo arr Trish! lol

Try this one!! On Ilkley Moor Baht 'at [To answer many queries ... 'Baht'at' translates as 'Without a Hat'] Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee, On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?! Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee? Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee? On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?! On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?! On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?! Tha's been a cooartin' Mary Jane On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Tha's been a cooartin' Mary Jane Tha's been a cooartin' Mary Jane On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Tha's bahn t'catch thi deeath o'cowd On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Tha's bahn t'catch thi deeath o'cowd Tha's bahn t'catch thi deeath o'cowd On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then we shall ha' to bury thee On Ilkla Moor baht 'at vThen we shall ha' to bury thee Then we shall ha' to bury thee On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then t'worms 'll cum and eat thee oop On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then t'worms 'll cum and eat thee oop Then t'worms 'll cum and eat thee oop On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then ducks 'll cum and eat oop t'worms On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then ducks 'll cum and eat oop t'worms Then ducks 'll cum and eat oop t'worms On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then we shall go an' ate oop ducks On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then we shall go an' ate oop ducks Then we shall go an' ate oop ducks On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then we shall all 'ave etten thee On Ilkla Moor baht 'at Then we shall all 'ave etten thee Then we shall all 'ave etten thee On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at On Ilkla Moor baht 'at

Kris, remember singing that at school, too many years ago to count!! lol

Mum...i have told u b4 your accent makes me giggle!!!xxxx As i'm sure mine does you...!xxxxxxxxxxxx

Liz how about trying in the Wurzels accent? That should do it. More like an old farmer, although my voice won't go very deep.!!!!!!!!!!! Trish xx