General Chat

doin' reel grate, me old duck.

all reet lass? That Jeanette bin learning me:-)

Few more added to the list.

Not t'worry lass, mebbes we'll set up sum trainin' t'elp.

Sorry Yorkshire lasses, cant get out of the Geordie dialect....could it be something to do with having one Scottish and one Irish parent.....I love Emmerdale, and especially Seth, and he didnt sound Geordie.

Standard version The shades of night were falling fast, The stars began to blink. I heard a sweet voice in my ear Say 'Drink, my pretty one, drink' Yorkshire version Dark black nite was coming on. T'stars was cumming up - Sommat bawled oot in mi lug 'Sup, thoo cawf - ead; sup' Jay

Jeanette, - I'll check that site from home (firewall blocks it at work). Sally - nope you're quite reet!! Just keep practising!!

Wots wrong with me - I tried saying it, but with me it comes out Geordie - I'm sorry Yorkshire, but I'd better not try again 'cos I cant do it right.....or is it reet...

*welcome to yorkshire lol*

*enters thread.... looks for tranlate button... leaves thread looking confused*

try this site for a comical look at the Hull accent http://www.greengates.karoo.net/hull/speak.html

Thx Elaine, I'm from Harrogate North Yorks (but not posh lol) - OHs family live near Pontefract (South Kirkby, South Elmsall, Upton & Hemsworth areas). And they DO say thee and tha!

by eck, thas all bin busy whilst I've bin watching big brother lol!! Chuff me, such talent!! belting pomes!

Ayup!

come on lets know what area yer all cum from. Its funny how dialect changes from place to place. I'm between Rotherham Barnsley and Doncaster.

It wor misty an' frosty an' dark as a booit, An' soa cowd ye'd ha'e pitied a toad, When ah eeard to me thinkin' a leet little fooit Pit-pattin' behint ma on t'road. Nah, at five ur awf-past, ov a cowd winter morn, Ah'd noa thowts ov a cumrade at all, So ah stude whol thear coom up a bit ov a barn, Like a peggy-stick airin' a shawl. 'Hollou, lass,' ah said, as I tapt hur o' t' crahn, 'Tha'll be doin for i' t'river ur t'kiln; Whot are ta, yo' monkey, an' wheer are ta bahn?' Says shoo, 'A short-timer to t'miln.' 'If that maister o' thine's onny childer,' ah said, 'Ah sud like 'em to march at thy back; Bud, ah guess, if tha'd laid an ahr longur i' bed 'At trade 'ud begin to be slack.' 'Hay! maister,' shoo said ,'ah've eeard t'governer sweear 'At he's made nowt by t'trade for this age, An' his horses an' carriages nips him so bare Whol he 'ardly can thoil to gie wage. 'Then he's bowt an istaat, an' he's beeldin' a hahse, Ey! an' t' cost on't no mortal knaws yit; If we pinch whol wer cubbords weant paster a mahse He can nobbud just stand on his fit. 'He says furriners latly hes made a gurt spring, An' they live on chopt cabbage an' saam; Soa it hoins him, ye see, to shut brass like a king, An' then sell i' t'same markets wi' thame. 'If we doan't work for little, we moant work at all, An' my gronfathur said yusterneet If it worn't for t'short-timers 'at t'systum 'ud fall, An' t'plewshare cum back into t'street.' Ah lewkt off t'ee-end 'at that wizand owd barn, An' ah said, 'It appears like to me 'At t'factory an' t'mansion an' t'main o' t' consarn Is uphodden by midges like thee.' Here ah pairted wi' t'barn, an' ah cuddant bud laugh, Thau ah felt noan so mich at my eease, For ah thowt to myseln--it's a bonny come-off If we're propt by sich pillars as theease. Paul

Ee ant wi gor some gud poets on ere.

Can tha rememba days goun by, when ivry summas day wor dry When all wih wore wer pumps n shorts, n trainers wor men not shoes ya bought. When Aprils days browt art the sun, an't tar in't gutters wod melt-n-run. Bouts-n-steerers, whips-n-tops, Cowboys-n-Indians, bandits-n-cops, Rallio, Releevo, Cargo, skooters, no cars an sich blowin thur ooters. Sledgin run darn lockers 'ill, wimmin ih clogs goin t'mill, a chap wih a powl, ivry neet, went round an lit ivry gas leet. Leonard Claughton who taught us all, fearsum fella, not reet tall lads ih one yard, lasses in t'other, wih nivva got to know each other. Fosters icecream, smooth n'creamy, summa days, hot-n-dreamy A pound cud buy enuff foh two, as long as tha wornt a hoyl in thi shoe an if thur wor, well off thard obble, ta owd Joe Berry ta get it cobbled. Holberts shop, near t'owd Punch Bowl, selled bacon, bacca, mattchis, n Swiss Rolls, parafin, turps, tin tacks n segs, cow ties, clothes lines, birds seeds, eggs. Wades gen'ral grocer, sugur ih blue bags, Harold allus smokin fags, ash oft fell off into t flower bin, nobody knew when he mixed it it. Owd Charlie Barber, get ya air cut thea, enta tremlin, full a fear eed snip away, nowt wud stop im, all wihd ev wvd bih a bit a toppin. Co-op ower-t-town, men in aprons, cotton, white with fringe at bottom. Blind Bella Barbers darn St Johns, sat art on-t-pavement all day long. Amos Cockshot ringin 'is bell, ee ed ta tell 'Thurl bih turnin-t-watter off reight soo-in, an it weernt bih on till t-afernoe-in' Orse drawn bargis bringin coyl, cartid tan t mill tah mak t water boil John Spensa wih is greeangrocas cart, why dint taties all fall art? Think on t mills that we ed then, ah reckan thur musta bin nine-a-ten Fletchas, Dryvas, Ceeaychis, Knoxis, Wiilsans, Taylas, Greens n Stockis, wih all ed wark, life wur simple then, ah reckan thurl nivva cum agenn. One last thing ah ooapp at thar, can understan mih dialect nar. Paul

Ah wish that tha'd tak gorm ah me instee-ad ah you Margit Ann. tha knows that ahm nat mayad ah brass But ah buy thee all ah can Ah went an bowt a coyt for thee cos tha complained at t'cowd, Ah bowt it for thi birthday when tha wer twentyfive years owd Ahm allus telling thee tha knows doant wesh thi clothes sa oft. When tha's possis am in't peggtub tha maks all't buttons soft. It's same wi all thi bloomers tha knows tha's eerd mih say tha sud change em once a fortneet nat iv'ry other day. Ah saw thi bein crafty an thraw some inta't bin they'd a lastid thee another year wi sum new elastic in. Just lewk at all them frocks an things tha's hinging up in theah thi wardrobes full a-mi muthers cloithes then tha ses tha's nowt to weah. Ah see tha's getting fancy, an thinks tha's full-a-style all dolled up in the fancy tights Tha lewked all-reight in Lyle. Paul

' If tha'll sign this', Ee shuved some paper under mi nooes. 'Tha can write a chque for't chap as comes, Wit wesha fo thi clooes'. A wish't it were as easy, t put yon muny back. As it wer't ger it out ut bank. God a ope a don't get sack. Elaine kay September 1980.