You’ve heerd thic tale afor ? well, I beant zurprized at that, Of the man as stoal tha butter, and put et in hes hat : But mebby you’ll excuse ma, ef I tells tha tale agean, Vor thic varmer wer my ﬁathcr, and thic very man wer Ben. ‘ Ben had been churmin aal tha daay, Churmin, and churmin, and churmin
Churmin, and churmin, and churmin awaay : Vor tha weather wer cowld, and hes vengers wer num,…
When people think of their heritage they tend to refer to buildings, archaeology, personal experiences, why is it then that dialect in the West country is overlooked?
As Brits we associate dialect with many places such as Liverpool, Manchester, Hull and Birmingham, this may be partly due to the movement of people during the industrial revolution of the 19th century and the demise of traditional…
This is a find example of the current use of the Dorset dialect and with some great stories
Spooase yev accomplished yer pwint—spooase yev vound out what the ways meent, Beginning wi dearly beloved, and endin in coorse with amazement. Ef yer bad temper and whims yo vind yev got moor than yer match in g Ef still o billin and cooin, yo gets moor o claain and scratchin ; Ef yo expected perfection, and vind yev got nothin uncommen ; ‘ Ef what you thought wer a angel turns out vor to be buta…
On vrosty nights near Christmas,
We all went out t’ zing,
“While Shepherds watched” – “The Vust Noel,”
“Y’ere we’m cum wassailing”.
We huddled een the doorways,
Tinglin’ wi’ the cowld,
But meakin’ zure we zung they carols,
Jist like days of wold!
Oone pleace we always went to,
Were down t’ Tanyard Varm,
Two Carols zung outside the door,
An’oone eenzide in’t waarm.
The sweet wold lady standing’…
Whenever Volks talk of the country,
Especially the south and west
They d’ speak of the ‘ooohs and arrrhs’
And will tell ee tha’s what they like best.
Fred een next door had bin shoppin’,
He’d brought ‘im a super new car,
” do ee like un me dear?” he did ask ‘em
An ‘ all they could say were, “oooh-arrrh!”
Bob called een the tavern at lunch time,
“Have ee cum ver a cup o’good char?
Or du ee want ver…
Have ee iver tried they Darset Knob’s
They really take the biscuit
Along wi’a nice big hunk ‘chesse,
If yer digestion care’s t’risk it!
There be queuing ivery Monday,
Where they d’ zell the cheeses
And du buy jist what they pleases!
All sarts and flavours be o zale,
Zumtimes Blue Vinney -smelly,
The cheese be the best een all the ‘Vale,
As the M.M>B will tell ee!
An’when you git whome vrom Market.
” Then Summer came, a matron fair. Showering June’s roses on the air. With field-flowers waving everywhere, In meadows bright ; With blissful sounds, with visions rare, A large delighu”— Richard Howitt. Here’s zummer, hot an’ dry, Wi’ scarchin’ day an zwilt’rin night, Th’ zun, lik’ vire sheenin’ bright, In a blue an’ blazin’ sky, Th’ thu’sty groun’s* da parch an’ bake, An’ cracks an’…
Here’s Spring agen ! 0 happy time, Young an’ zmiling, blith an’ gay, — Days da lingthen, Sunsheene stringthen — * Natur’s cloth’d wi’ verdur prime, An’ pleasant breezes lightly play.
Th’ bonds ev wenter rude be broke, An’ vrost an’ snow be banish’d quite ; Agen es zeen Th’ lears all green — Ver ice-bound vegetation’s woke By th’ zun’s revivin’ yeat and light.
Wi’ daisies fiel’s be dotted o’er,…
You’ve heerd o’ Measter Tupper ? well, I’ve heerd on uii too, And I’ve had his book a lend ma, but I didden rade un droo. When a man begins ta rite, tes ‘mazin how the words ull graw, But a verry littel book ull hould what mooast on us do knaw, Zo I tuk my pen and peaper jest vor to sketch it down, And thaught I’d try and knock up a vew prawverbs o my own.
Noa man es wise…