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[t is customaryfor A utkors an d E ditors to address

tkeir readers b efore in troducin g tkem to tb c work tkey

are asked to peruse. T/ze E ditor of t/zis little b ook will

conform to the custom,an d in troduce kis work most

respecfi'

ully to llis readers.

I n submitting the little v olumeforperusal it is b eliev ed

that n o otker work con tain ing examples of tke dialect oft/ze

peasan try ofMe coun ty can b e ob tain ed, an dmany of tile

pieces are difiicult toprocure, wkile muck of tke matter is

origin al.

T he E ditor would also men tion t/ze fact tkat tke

Gov ernmen t sckoolmaster is ab road, an d tizai it is likely

tke b road S axon dialect n ow in use in tke rural districts

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PREFACE.

train in g , an d the obj ection of theploug hman who reflised

to sen d his son to'

the v illag e school b ecause hewas taug ht

to spell tatars with a“p

,will b e ov er-ruled.

I n the v arious examples throug hout thework,‘

n ot on ly

the dialect, but the character of thepeasan trywill b e seen

in v ariousphases.

The E ditor was amused at the con v ersation of a

coun try b oywith his son , on tryin g their skill at j umpin g ,

when the coun try athlete proclaimed himselfsuperior in

the followin g words Thee hast b in to thuok thur

school an d lurn’d aal thick thur jomettry ag

d cassn’t

jump thack thur b ox.

” He g loried in his ab ility to out

do on e whom he thoug ht wasmore learn ed than himsefi

I n con clusion , the work has b een a lab our of lov e, an d

ifthe readers of thefollowin g pag es experien ce the same

amoun t ofpleasure he hasfelt in research, his lab ourwill

n ot ha v e b een lost.

To sev eral g en tlemen an d clergymen of the coun ty the

b est tha n ks of the E ditor is ten deredfor con tribution s

orig in al an d select.

Glun twtz .

I ntroduction

George Ridler’sOven

The Witch of Berkeley

The Harn et an d the Bittle

Gwain to C iz zeter Mop

Zon g of Zain t Zwithun ’s Day

Fairford Church Windows—the old Clerk’s

cription of

The Moolb erry Tree

The Harkyhollurg ists

A Gloucestershire l on g 0’Zocial Zien ce

The Tithe Pig

The Churchwardens’ Complain t

The Moov in Pan n urrammur

Zayins an ’ Maxims of Zolomun the Ran tur

A Tetbury Ghost

CONTENTS.

Hawfin ch on Lady Helps

Gloucestershire Harvest H ome Choruses

Gloucestershi re Court ship

D ialogue b etween Willum an d Tummus

Zendiua Valen tin e

Union Meetin g

The F irst Bridge on the Thames

The Skull at Bin kn ey Park

The Three Old Men of Pain swiclt

The Battle of Barb er’s Bridge

Tewkesbury D ialogue

The Market CrossGloucestershire Proverbs

The Foxcote F ind

Glossary

[LLUS TRA TI ON S .

Title—Thames Head .

Ancien t Cross, Ampn ey Crucis

C iren cester Church—E ast View

First Bridge on the Thames

Ci rencester Market Cross

JN TP QDU C T I O N .

HE dialect as spoken b ythe peasan tryofGloucestershire i s n ot, as man y suppose, mere vulgar isms .

The tillers of the lan d man y cen turi e s ag o, on theCotteswold hills, spoke with the same impress iv en ess,power, an d pathos as may st ill b e heard in the retiredrural distr i cts of the coun ty.

I n the oldwords still in use, roots are dis cov erab lefrom the Dutch, Saxon , Scan din avian , an dGaeli c ; b utthe great major ity are Saxon .

As lon g ag o as 1 2 6 5 a work was written b y Rob ertof Gloucester, in prose an d v erse , e n titled

“Chron i clesof Rob ert of Gloucester,

” in the lan guage still in useb y the ploughb oys o f sequestered distri cts of theCotteswolds.

This d ialect i s n ot peculi ar to the coun ty of

Glo u cester, b ut it i s spoken in Wilts, Dorset, an d partsof Somerset an d H an ts .This may b e acc ou n ted for b y the well-kn own fact

that in 495 a third settlemen t of the Saxon s took placeun der Cerdic , who fo un ded the kin gdom ofWessex,an d the Saxon diale ct was plan ted in the coun tiesb efore n amed

GLOUCESTERSHIRE D IALECT.

As cen tury after cen tury su cceeded each other therewere chan ges in the lan guage of the Saxon in hab i tantsof the islan d, an d Camb den gives an in terestin g illustratio n in his Remain es co n cern in g Britain e of theLord

’

s Prayer as read durin g several cen turies . I n

A .D. 70 0 it commen ces thus

Vren Fader thie in he'

ofn as.

Two cen tur i es later thus

“ Thu v re Fader the eart on heofenum .

More than o n e hun dred an d fifty years later, in thetime of Kin g Hen ry the Secon d, he fin ds

“ this r imesen t from Rome b y Pope Adrian , an E n glishman , tob ee taught to the people

Vre Fadyr in heauen rich,Thy name be halyedeuer l ich.

The form in the re ign ofHen ry the Thirdwas

Fader that art in heauin blisse ,Thin helge name it wurth the blisse.

Con s iderab le adv ancemen t was made, an d in there ign of R i chard I I . it was wr itten as follows

Our Fadyr that art in Heaven, halloed be Thy name.Thy kingdom comto , be Thy will done, so in heaven andin erth. Gifto vs this day our bread, ower other substance ,and forg if to vs our dettis as we forg ev en our detters, andleed vs not into temptation

,but deliuer vs fro euill.

Amen .

I n Gloucestershire at the presen t day the diale ctvarie s in pron un c iati on . O n the Cotteswolds theyspeak stron g b road S axon as the ir vern acular ; whilethe in hab itants ofthe vale o n the E ast s ide of the Severn

differ in the ir pron un c iat i on , an d o n the Opposite s ide

INTRODUCTION.

of the r iver theyuse the ob ject iv e pron oun freely, as“ H im’s a good um N ear Dursley and Cam therewill b e foun d a mixture of the Flemin g, an d w i ssub stituted for r. I n the n e ighb ourhood of Tewkes

b ury the pro n un c iat ion i s in fluen ced b y the Midlan dCoun tie s, wh ile the Forest ofDean is peculiar to itself.Throughout the coun tyofGloucester person s are foun dwho con stan tly pron oun ce a as e , an d thin k they aregiv in g a co rrect pron un c iation in sayin g P ut theb eecon o n the pleet o n the teeb le, n ear the teeturs.

With the few forego in g remarks b y way of in troduction , we will n ow give an accoun t of the old son g,from on e of the an n ual reports of the Glo ucestershireS oc iety, g iv en in the commen cemen t of this littlev olume

GEORGE RIDLER’S OVE N .

The old son g thus entitled was at one time very popularin this county. Of George Ridler himself we know veryli ttle

,but we gather someth ing of his habits an d appear

ance from the report of the Gloucestershire Society inLondon , in 1 803, when a model of this worthy was sentround the table “ to avoid trouble to the stewards incollecting donations. ” This model was a curiosity in itsway — the upper part contained “ a statute of the celeb rated old George Ridler, recl in ing upon a barrel wi th pipeand jug

,emblematical of his conviviality. From these hi s

attention has been drawn by the entrance of hi s dogbringing a fowl. George

,caress ing him wi th a coun ten

ance express ive of his attachment to that faithful an imal,

seems to exclaim,in the words of the ancient ballad,

This dog is g ood to catch a hen ,A duck or g oose is v ood v or men .

Upon the plinth on the right hand of the figure is represented in bass - relief George Ridler’s Oven

,upon which i s

traced his nam e, supposed to be done by himself ; thedate is nearly obliterated. O n the fron t

,in bass - rel ief

,

GLOUCESTERSH IRE DIALECT.

two boys exhibiting an indenture, alluding to the purposeof the Gloucestershire Society, and on which i s expressedthe number of boys that have been apprenticed by it . On

the left hand of the figure i s the following motto

I t droppeth like the g en tle rain from heav’n

Upon theplace b en eath . I t is twice b lest,I t b lesseth him that g iv es and him that takes.

Behind is introduced the pelican—an emblem of b en ev on ce—surrounded with rays of glory

,denoting the D ivine

blessing accompanying so laudable an institution. Themodel was fixed on a frame with castors i t ran easily andmerrily round the table

,and was very successful in i ts

tour. The old song of George Ridler was sung by threevoices with great effect . Many other songs were g ivenin the course of the evening

,and the company seems to

have b een a very jolly one , The following version of thesong, with elucidatory notes, i s from on e of the annualrepo rts of the Gloucestershire Society

I t i s n ow generally understood that the words of thissong have a hidden meaning

,which was only known to the

members of the Gloucestershire Society,whose foundation

dates from the year 1 6 5 7 . This was three years before therestoration of Charles I I .

,and when the people were

growing weary of the rule ofO liver Cromwell . The Societyconsisted of Loyalists

,who se object in combining was to

be prepared to aid in the restoration of the ancient constitution of the kingdom whenever a favourable opportunityshould present itself. The Cavalier or Royalist party weresupported by the Roman Catholics of the old and in fluent ial families of the kingdom and some of the' D issenters,who were disgusted with the treatment they received fromCromwell, occasionally lent them a kind of passive aid .

Taking these considerations as the key no te to the song,attempts have been made to discover the meaning whichwas originally attached to its leading words . I t i s difficultat the present time to give a clear explanation of all itspoints the following

,however

,i s consis tent throughout,

and is,we bel ieve

,correct

INTRODUCT ION . 1 3

The S twon es that built Georg e Ridler’s Ov en

,

A n d thany keumfrom the B leaken ey’s Quar;

A nd Georg e he wur a yolly oldMon ,

A nd his Yead it g raw’d ab ov e his Vare.

By George Ridler was meant King Charles I . TheOven was the Cavalier party. The S twon es” whichbuilt the Oven , and which

“ came out of the BlakeneyQuar

,

” were the immediate followers of the Marquis OfWorcester

,who held out to the last stedfastly for the

Royal cause at Raglan Castle,which was not surrendered

till 1 6 46 , and was , in fact , the last stronghold retained forthe King. His head did grow above his hair ” was anallusion to the Crown , the head Of the State, and which theKing wore above his hair.”

On e thin g of Georg e Ridler I must commen d,A n d that wur v or a n otab le Then g ;He meud his B raag s av ore he died

Wi’any drec B rothers his Z on s z hou

’d z en g .

This meant that the King,before he died

,

” boastedthat

,notwithstanding his present adversity

,the ancient

Constitut ion of the kingdom was so good, and its vital ity sogreat that i t would surpass and outlive any other form Ofgovernm ent, whether Republican , D espotic, or Protective.

There’s D ick the Treb le an d f70h n the Mean

(Let ev ery Mon s in g in his an wuPleace),A n d Georg e he wur the elder b rother,A n d therefore he would sin g the B eass.

D i ck the treble, Jack the mean, and George the bass ,meant the three parts of the B riti sh Constitution—King

,

Lords,and Commons . The injunction to “ let every man

sing in his own place was intended as a warning to eachof the three estates of the realm to preserve its properposition

,and not to attempt to encroach on each other’s

prerogative.

Min eHostess’sMoid (an d her N eaum t

’wur N ell),A pretty Wen ch

,and lov

’d her well;

lov’d her well, g ood Reauz on why ,

Becus

e she lou’

d my D og an d I .

GLOUCESTERSH IRE D IALECT.

My Hostes s’s M 0 1 d was an allusion to the Queen,

who was a Roman Catholi c,and her Maid the church.

The singer we must suppose was one Of the leaders of theparty

,and his D og ” a compan ion or faithful Official of

the Society,and the song was sung on occasions when the

members met together so cially and thus,as the Roman

Catholics were Royalists , the allus ion to the mutual attachm ent between the Maid ” and My Dog and I

” i s plainand consistent .

My Dog has g otten aitch a trickTo v isit Al oids when thany b e z ick ,When thany b e z ick an d like to die,0 thether g woes my Dog an d I .

The D og,

” that i s the official or devoted member ofthe Society

,had a trick of vis iting maids when they were

sick.

” The meaning here was that when any of the members were in di stress, or desponding, or likely to give upthe Royal cause in despair

,the Official s or active members

vi sited,consoled

,an d assisted them :

When they b e sick and like to die,0 thither g o my dog an d I .

My Dog is g ood to catch a hen ,A Duck an d Goose is v ood v orMen ;

A n d where g ood compan y I spy,

0 thether gwoes my Dog an d I .

The “ Dog ,” the Official or agent of the Society

,was

good to catch a hen,

” a “ duck,” or a “goose

,

” that i s an ywho were well affected to the Royal cause

,of whatever

party wherever “ good company I spy, O thither go myD og an d I ”—to enli st members into the Society.

My Mwother told I when I wuryoun g ,If 1 did v ollo the S tron g B eer Bwool

,

That Dren k woZ/

tdpruv my auv erdrow,

A nd meauk me wear a tharead- b are Cwoat.

The good ale- tap was an allus ion, un der cover of asimilarity in the sound of the words “ ale an d “ aisle,

” t o

INTRODUCTION. 1 5

th e Church, of which it was dangerous at that time to bean avowed follower

,and so the m embers were cautioned

that indiscretion would lead to their discovery and overthrow.

”

When I hav e dree z ix’

pen ces un der my Thumb ,0 then I b e welcome wherev er I come;But when I hav e n on e

, 0 then I pass by ,’Tis Po v ertypearts g ood Company .

The allusion here i s to those unfaithful supporters of theRoyal cause who “welcomed ” the members of the Societywhen it appeared to be prospering

,but parted ” from

them i n adversity, probably referring ironically to thoselukewarm and changeable D issenters who veered about

,

for and against, as Cromwell favoured or contemned them .

Such could always be had wherever there were “ threeS ixpence s under the thumb,

” but “ poverty easi ly partedsuch:good company.

If I should die. as it n

My Greauv e shall b e un der the g ood Yeal Tap,

I n v oulded E armes there wool us lie,Cheek by Yowlmy Dog an d I .

I f I should die,”&c. An express ion of the sin ger’s

wish that if he should die he may be buried with his faithful companion, as representing the principles of the society,under the good aisles of the Church, thus evincing hisloyalty and attachment to the good Old Constituti on andto Church and King, even in death

Withfolded arms there let me lie,Cheek by j owl my dog an d I .

he song was always sung by the Harmonic Society ofC irencester

,when there used to be musical performances

at the Woodh ou 65.

While upon the subject of Ge? Ridler’s Oven ” wemust not om i t to state that uite rec tly a theory has beenbroached by a member 0 the Co tteswold N aturalists’

Society that the song had nothing to dowi th the Forest ofD ean

,nor with a Quar ” at Blakeney

,b ut had i ts origin

GLOUCESTERSH IRE D I ALECT.

at Bussag e , near Brimscombe . Quoting from a reportwhich appeared in the Wilts an d Gloucestershire S tan dardon the 28th September, 1 86 7, we may say that the claimrests upon these facts

1 . I n passing from Quarhouse to Bussag e the road leadsthrough a small hamlet, or rather a few houses, calledBlack N est. ”

2. O n the hil l overlooking Black Nest the groun d hasbeen quarried for centuries

,and one of the beds of great

Oolite found in these quarries is called by the quarrymenOven Stone.”

3. Ridler ” i s the surname of a family of yeomen whoare known to have resided in the immediate neighbourhood of Black N est for three centuries

,and “

George ”

has always been one of the family christian names .

4. The song is , and always was , popular in the neighb ourhood

,and the vernacular in which the words are pro

n oun ced exactly resembles that of the locality in question .

Substitute Blackn est” for “ Blaken ey

’

s” —and in

singing the words they almost invariably sound like“ Blaken ey

’s — and nothing more i s required to fix the

locality with reasonable certainty. I ndeed,many of the

working men who are acquainted with the song use theword Blackn est,

” and not Blaken ey’s.

”

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FE O RG E fiI D L E R's

I .

HE S twon s that built George Ridler’s Oven,

And thany keum from the Bleaken ey’s Quar

And George he wur a j olly Old Mon,A n d his Yead it graw

’d ab ove his Yare.

I I

On e thing of George Ridler I must commend,

And that wur vor a notable Theng

He meud his Braag s avore he died

Wi’any dree Brothers hi s Zons zhou’d zen g.

B

alas, and angst,

I N THE

ti? v asan trg

estersfiirr.

GLOUCESTERSH IRE D IALECT.

I I I .

Thers’s D i ck the Treb le an d John the Mean

(Let every Mon zing in his auwn Pleace),And George he wur the elder brother

,

And therev ore he would zin g the E cass.

IV.

Min e Hostess’s Moid (and her N eaum t’wur Nell),

A pretty Wench,and I lov ’d her well

I lov ’d her well,good Reauz on why

,

Becase z she lov’d my Dog and I .

V.

My Dog has gotten z itch a Tri ck,To y isit Moids when thauy be zick

When thany be zick and like to die,

0 thether gwoes my Dog and I .

VI .

My Dog i s good to catch a hen,A Duck and Goose is v ood vor men

And where good Company I spy

O thether gwoes my D og and 1 1V I I .

My Mwother told I when I wur young,

I f I did v ollow the Stron g Beer Pwoot,That Dren k would prav my auv erdrow

,

A n dmeauk me wear a th zread- b are Cwoat.

VI I I .

When I have dree zixpen ces under my Thumb,0 then I be welcome wherever I come

But when I have none, 0 then I pass b y,’Tis Poverty pearts good Compan y.

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three nights,on the fourth day bury my body in the

ground ; But all was in vaine, for in the two first nights

which the psalmes were in soun din g e, the Div ells hav in g e

easily broken the doores,as lightly brake the two utmost

i ron chaines and on the third night about cock - crowin g e,

the place shakin g e, one with a terrible countenance and

of a mighty tall stature, hav in g e broken open the cover Of

the chest commanded the dead body to arise,who answer

in ge that shee could not by reason of the bonds bee thou

loosed quoth hee,but to thy woe ; and presently all the

barres being broken,hee draweth her out of the Church,

an d setteth her upon a blacke horse, n eig hin g e before the

doore,and soe went away with loud sounding cries

,heard

four miles oi.—Polichron icon oj It’ein ulph of Chester.

fiA PQxE T A N D THE

HA RN ET zet in a hollur tree,

A proper spiteful twoad was he

And a merrily zung while he did zet

H is stinge as shearp as a bagganet

Oh, who so vine and b owld as I ,

I v ears not bee,nor waspe, nor vly

A bittle up thuck tree did clim,

And skorn fully did look at him

Zays he, Zur harn et,who giv thee

A right to zet in thuck there tree

Vor ael you zeugs z o nation v in e,

I tell ’e ’ti s a house 0 ’mine.”

OWAIN TO CIZZETER MOP.

The barn et’s con scien ce velt a twin ge,But grawi n’ b owldwi’his lon g stinge,Zays he, Possession ’s the best laaw

20 here th’sha’sn t put a claaw

Be off, and leave the tree to me,The mixen ’s good enough for thee

Just then a yuckle passin’by

Was axed by them the cause to try

Ha ha I zee how ’ti s z ays he,They’ll make a v amous munch vor me i

”

His bill was shearp, his stomach lear,20 up a snapped the caddlin pair

MORALAll you as be to la w inclin ed

This leetle stowry bear in min d

Vori f to laaw you aims to gwo ,

You’ll vind thy’ll allus zar’e z o

You’ll meet the vate 0’ these here two ,They’ll take your cwoat an d carcas s too

W A IN TO Z E TE R l O P .

E aal be gwain to Ciz zeter Mop

On Munday mam z o j olly,Along wi’Bill an’Carter J O

An’Li zer j ane and Mo lly.

We aal turu’d out in clane white smocks

An’billycocks so gran d,A n ’Joe he twi sted wh ip cord

A al roun’him vor a band.

GLOUCESTERSH IRE D IALECT.

Twur girt b ig b lue an d yeller v lowers

Was in our Lizer’s hat

B ill show’d out in hi s karderoys,R id han kicheran that.

Th e v oks did stir as we wur gwain ,A n ’meny hollered out

Go and get hir’d at Ciz zeter,Ya lumb rin country lout.”

We walk’d aal droo the n aisymop

Along wi’Bill and Moll,

An’ seed the wenches stan’ for hire

I n aal thur fol - de- roll. *

A n d thur wur Sarny men an’ b woys,Wi’gurls from Ashun Kayn s

An’Bam sla v oks cum ridin ’in

A wagin weout rain s .

Chup Jack he wur a sellin ’n ives,

And win k’d his eye at I

H e draad the nife r ite up an’down

And ast who wants to die ?

Uh sed the nifeud cut i t fat

An purpose made for I

A country bumpkin,Chawbacon ,

The b woys they all did cry.

The coun try g irls waiting to b e hired as servants, formerlystood on the edg e of the pavement, in a row. The Corn Halln ow used for the purpose.

GWA IN TO CIZZETER MOP.

E e b out a n ife an dwag in wh ip,Jack caald I s ich a b loke

The n ife he soon wur doubled up

A n ’whip, b e gum,

he b roke.

The pain ted hosses twirlin ’roun ’

Clase b y the irun pump ,Was rode by Joe an , Lizer A n n

They fell Ofi’

sich a v lump.

The swingin ’ b wots was allus vull

Wi’ country gurls an ’ b woys

Tha screecht and hollerd h ashumloud

A n’kikt up sich a n aize.

A soj er with his b ag gin it

An’rib b un s aal zo v ine,Clapt I upon the back, an d zed,Bee George, an

’thee must j ine.

I beant agwain to l ist, zays I ,For Queen nor King to - da

I’z gwain whom wi

’v armer Turk

Ta drive his tame vor pay.”

While zarg in t was a taakin loud

Bout regimen t an’ th’penshan ,

Pun ch an’Judy tha marcht by

An’ tracted all th’ten shun .

Twur vun to zee the merry prank

Th at Pun ch an’Judy show’d

E e was a grin n in ’aal the time,A n ’all the volk laft loud.

GLOUCESTERSH IRE D IALECT.

Twur n ation vin e when Meyster Pun chDrow’d out the blessed b ab b y

A n ’Missus Punch at on ce faut up

The pleeceman caald a bobby.

A n ’when Jack Ketch b rin gs up the gallows

Ta han g the rascal Pun ch,

Punch pulls the string an’ketches him

A n makes un veel z o dunch.

Wen Punch and Judy shet up shop

We went down to the zhows

An’wi’ the n aisy drums an hor ns

Tha kikt up n ashun rows .

The picturs aal hung out in v ron t,An’beasts did roor z o loud

Lor, wat a jan g lin l ound thur wur,

An’wat a mortal kroud.

The man up top he hollur’d out

Ye need not veel alarm

Coom zee the roorin ’ l ions jump

D roo hoops an ’ then perfurm.

The peep - zhows an d the waxen dolls,The vat b woy an d the peg

We aal went in,a penny each

,

The vat b woy show’d his leg.

Tha aal zung out Wak up,wak up

,

Wen v oks were kummin out ;An’ at the sparriri

’ tent Cum in

An’hev a fitin bout.

ZONG OF ZA INT ZWITHUN ’S DAY.

An’furder doun twur zin gin g zen g s

’Bout wiskee, gin, an’ rum

Tha wan ted I to buy a ditty

About the Harvest Whom.

We went in to the D ree Kauks I n n

A n’ b ed a pint of yale,

An’ call’d to zee the old Blak Hess,The King’s Aim s an

’ the Bell.

Twur late wen we got on the rood

Wi’ Li zer,Jane

,an’J O ,

An’ v oun d our wa’ to village whom,

Vrom Ciz z eter Mop to gwoa.

)ZO NG O F

)ZA IN T

)ZW ITHUN ’S

(BY A SH IP OF H I S VLOCK. )

A ir Young Thomas.

”

RAA us up a drap more liquor,

’Tis the v ifteen th Of July

Blow your clouds,mates

,all the thicker

I f thurs nun athirt the sky.’Tis a zain t’s da—doan ’t v org et nu

Whiles you zets an z oakes your clay’Cause as how a wus a wet um

This is n ow Zain t Zwithun ’ da.

CHORUS—Rural,tooral, ooral, lural,

Tooral, ooral, rural lay.

GLOUCESTERS HIRE D IALECT.

Old Zain t Zwithun was 3 Bi shop

When the Vriers fust arose,Where Bob Moody once hucked fish up

A n d the River I tchen v lows.

Win ches ter was that ’are city

Where Zain t Zwithun used to hide

Thur a lived an d—moor’s the pity

Thur at las t Zain t Zwithun died.

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Many a sign and man y a wonder

I n his lifetime he’d a done ;But when he the ground was un der

He outb eat ’em every one.

L ike mal t liquor in a cellar,Zain ts is for to be b un g

’d down

Then in time when they gets meller

They works marvels an’ renown.

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When Zain t Zwithun hi s cod ession

An’ last dyun speech did make

DO my will,without tran sgress ion ,

l ays the Zain t, an n o mistake.

N ot in the cathaydral berried’Tis my wi sh that I should be

Out 0’ doors I ’ll be interred,

I n the churchyard bury me.

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Whereupon the raain descen ded

Varty days an’ varty nights,’Cause Zain t Zwithun was offended,A n

’when z ain ts b e 20 they zmites.

Why it rained 20 out of sayz on ,Never seemun l ike to hold

By an’ by they guessed the razon

Hadn’t done as they was told.

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20 in con science z orely wounded

Up again the zain t they dugA n d vor vear of being drownded

In the churchyard laid un snug.

Then the sky,till then a pourun ,

S ased vrom rainau cats an d dogs,When the zain t slept without snorum

Wi’ the humble Hampshire hogs.

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On Zain t Zwithin’s Day each scollard

Knows that ev ersin ce,always

,

When thurs raain by raain ’tis v oller’d,Moor or less

,for v orty days .

HEre’s the memory of Zain t Zwithin ,I n our churchyard where ’a l ies

What I z ays is, Pace be'

wi th un,

An’ along 0 ’we likewi se.

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Pun ch.

FAIRFORD CHURCH WINDOWS .

A IR F O R D pHUR C I-I D OW S .

E b e (BID sta r’s ma rriptiun .

Iread three or four weeks ago that a certain party of

archaeologists who vis ited FairfordChurchwere mightily

entertained with an original description of the famous

windows there,given by the parish clerk

,and delivered

,as

i t was stated,in a sustained monotone throughout.

I am an individual cherishing a great love an d respect

for relics and reminiscences Of the olden t imes, but having,understand

,l ittle or no sympathy with the views of the

professional antiquary,whose mind is encrusted with dust

and formality. My chief delight i s in original ity— that

rare quality to find in these days when ingenuity seems to

have been exhausted in developing and maturing every

thing and every topic under the sun .

I would walk an y distance , within reason, in order to

converse wi th a man linking in speech and idea the past

wi th the present. And so i t fell out that happening one

day lately to be in Fairford,and having offered me

,during

the hour I had to spare, the choice of seeing the park and

the deer and the artificially-widened river, with its cray

fish and picturesque adjuncts,or listening to the Old clerk’s

description of the windows,I readily chose the latter

alternative .

I should say,perhaps

,that my curios ity had been greatly

st imulated by the very capital mimicry of the clerk’s tone

and style given me by a friend who had been born and

bred in Fairford, an d had Often heard what I was going to

hear.

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I found my guide - to- b e seated on his board busily

plyin g his needle an d thread. He was most willing to

accompany me, an d we entered the church. I told him

that I should want to recollect all I could,and that I should

probab ly take a few n otes . He offered no ob jection,

seeming,in fact

,rather pleased.

N ow, I had, in former time, taken some in terest in

learning the use and advantage of the mysterious hooks

and crooks of shorthand. So, with the aid of book and

pencil,I succeeded in getting down the old man’s descrip~

t ion much as he gave i t ; and I here transcribe what I

heard,as

,I hope

,to the entertainment of my readers.

Yet I pray,whoever reads thi s

,not thereby tobe content

and refrain from vis iting the church ; for I certain ly am

inclined to think that the tone— the chan t,in short—Ofthe

Old man’s voice, i s far more amusing than the description .

I must confess that all I know of the windows I heard,for I only looked up from my notes at intervals frequent

enough to satisfy my expositor that I was attending I

had intended to see the chief window,though it will be

seen hereafter that I changed my mind. We therefore

b egan wi th the great

mustmain tain .

“ The upper part 0 ’ that winda, you zee,” he said

“ i s a representation of the daay O’ judgment. I n

the centre i s Chri s t. He’s a s ittin’ on the rayn

b ow. Ther’s th

’ earth for ’i s footstool . He’s sur

rounded,you zee

,by cherab in s and z eraph in s all a

zittin’ roun d the b lue circle lookin’ up to ’im, and it i s zup

posed that the zword on ’i s right an d the li ly on ’i s left are

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intended to represent th’hattrihutes of Justice and Mercy.

Now at the very b ottom ther’ that’s wer ther ’a riz in

from ther’graves to go to judgmentwi th ther’graveclothes

on , jest a comin’ up. Farther on

,you zee

,i s a large

figur’ ther’most of it yalla. That’s S t. Michul, an d ther

’s

the beam goes across ’i s th ighs . He’s a waig hin’ a good

person in one scale against a bad un in an other. Wer the

good un ought to ha’bin ther’s a bit 0’common glass . I n

that yalla scale close at ’i s right ’and ther’s a little red

dev ul s ittin’ ther’with yalla hyes a hen deav ourin g to turn

the scale,but the good outwaig hs the bad. I n the next

cumpartmen t i s a han g el ther’ wi th yalla air— that’s a

han g el receiv in’ the saint into ’

eav en . Ther’s the ’and of

th’han g el a comin

’ down and eere’s the saint a gwain up.

I n that n ext is a large figure meant for S t. Peter ; he’s got

a owld- fashin key in his ’and,a yalla key— ther

’s even the

wards Of the key farmed— he’s a lettin the blessed spirits

in,and thay

’r every one afore’n . And after ther past in

in the last cumpartmen t ther clothed in wite with crown s

on ther ’eads.

These three next cumpartmen ts eere you zee is the

representation of ’ell. I n the corner there i s owld Belz ebub

wi th red an’wi te tith—a pretty good zet on em e’s got

ther— farmed o’ ther skulls like a spear. He’s got a scaly

face and a big fish’s mouth. And jest above ’i s ’ed to the

right th er’s small figurs a sprawlin’ their arms out l ike

children,as it wet—that’s wer ther put in tarmen t—and up

t’ards the top part in the same cumpartmen t ther

’s a wite

circul goes on round l ike the velly of a weel, an d jest at

the bo ttom 0’ that wi te circul ther’s a small red figur a

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Owldin’ i s right arm up ther— that’s wer ther rackin and

g rin din on em ; and you look how thay puts’em across

one another—ther’s the red weels most one in another.

And close against the wheel ther’s a little red devo l with

a crown on ’is ’ed an d yallow hyes to turn the an dle for’n.

This heere i s a curious hidea—but i t’s accardin to owld’istory —this is warnin to all females—that’s a dev ul a

weelin a ooman to ’ell in a weelb arra for scowldin er

usb an d. She looks to be a scowld, s ir, a gwain Ofl'

back’ards sir. Ther’s the wheel of the barra painted yalla

,and

th er’s the an dle and the blue dev uls delighted anough a

bowlin of her off ther. And now just above i s a white figur

sittin ther in a red cart a gwain Offwith er ands tied. The

cart’s red and goes offawaay by er body ther,and ther’s

the weel of the cart goes down the dev ul’s body ther~

Ther’s the red shaft goes along— the blue dev uls s ittin in

a drawin of her alon g , and he’s got a pair of wite stockin s

on ther—e’s turn in round lookin back to see as he got her

all zafe in the place ther. I had a party 0 ’g en’lemen and

ladies ere the other week,ther was a owld gent who didn’t

agree wi th i t at all— he said he felt for she altogether as

was gwain in the cart , she looked so good- tempered but

as for th’ bother, he adn’t no pity

‘for her. ’E zet the

ladies a laffin eere, and thay didn’t stop durin the time

thay was in the church .

Now farther Off ther’s a witefigur a z ittin upon a terrable

devul’

s showlders ther— the dev ul’s carryin of er oil'

wether it’s a female or not I can’t say—and ther’s er ands

and er feet tied acrosso n er breast under is chin . And

ab ov e that’s a witefigur pitchin eadmost down a red devul’s

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back,an d e

’s got is red arms round the legs

, an d ther’s i s

wite mouth and hyes and all the rest of is body’s red— and

ther’s a himp a drawin up b e’in d, you zee zir. E ere

’

s a

dev ul zir—he’s scaled like a fish in the n ext cumpartmen t

all over ; i s air’s yalla ther

,and e’s got awite figure across

e’

s showlder a carryin Off—ther’

s one arm a sprawlin one

over th’ hother, ther s ir ; an d e’s got a red fark to walk

wi th as a walkin st ick to elp’

n along,—’pears by the swet

at the point of i s nose e’s got some trouble to get along

sir. And jest b e’in d im i s a wite figur sat ther owldin i s

right arm up—that’s D ivus in tarm en ts owldin i s ’and up

to Lazrus for a drop 0 ’ water to cool is tongue. And jest

ab ove im ther’s a li ttle red dev ul s ittin ther with yalla

hyes a scorchin im with that prickly thing like a piece 0 ’

’Ood th er

’s a place above full 0

’ prickles,with the

club stick in i s dev ul’s ’and,e’s a feedin Lazrus ther

jest above that ’ood is the tail of a devul ther twistin l ike

a z erpun t all yull o’ prickles ther an e’s got a red ’ead

you see an a green body an a long tayl twistin .

And n ow you come to D ivus a b eseechin for mercy to ,

Lazrus in A b rum’s bussum—a small ead wite like a child

ther. And then if you notices A b rum’s bussum e

’s bringin

a yalla speerd down across that light coloured glass into

a dev ul’s mouth- the dev ul a g et i s mouth a yawn in and

A b rum got the yalla speerd into’

t ; and if you notices

A b rum’s left arm e

’s got wrapped round Laz rus in i s

bussum ther—got Lazrus in his bussum and is left arm

wrapped round im,and puttin the speerd into the devul

’s

mouth. That’s the whole of that winda.

N ow a g en’

leman was eere th’ other week as said a b ody

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might look at i t zeven yeers and n ever make it out till

twas explained—it wants practice you zee, th at’s wat i t

wants. I was put to explayn this church wen I was ten or

twelve years Of age. ” The old man took me to an other

window,which in the description he has published

,and

sells in a sixpenny book,he cal ls

M ilit ant rfii.

He told me that the window was on ce damaged in a

hailstorm,an d this led to Lady Farmer providin g lattices

for all the windows.“ Now in that round piece of glas s ther

,he began

,

that’s wer Zamsun’s slayin a Phili stin wi th the j awbon e

ofan ass—e’s got im on i s back ther

,and ther

’

s the j awbone

wi th the tith in im. And that’s Delilah that bereft im

of i s great s trength b y cuttin g off his air. A n d that’s

King Zolomun deterrn in in awich of the two arlots the live

child b elonged to ; and th er’s the arlots and th er’s the

two Jewish doctors disputin points of the law, ther’s the

'an ds farmed wi th the fingers thur,and that’s the bit of

glass as i s considered of z o great value—zupposed to

represent rub ies an d diamen ts i t’s said yeers ago

people gave 1 ;5 00 for that bit 0’ glass . Now a g en

’lemun

got i t an d felt i t an d looked at i t eere not long ago an d ’

e

said ’e n ever zeed such a representation of a rub y in all i s

l ife afore—i t’s rough 0 ’ b oth z ides l ike as tho’ i t was cut

out an d let in,an dwhen the sun shun at this t ime of the

daay, prov idin the sun did shine,’twould glitter all the

waay down the church. You zee ’twould b e no use,or

else ’twould a b in gone yeers ago some 0’ this glass—but

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i t n ow-a- days—an d thay agrees wi’me an d say that l ittle‘

thay expected to come to Fairford church and zee it worn

b ywirn in . On e party said ’twas jest l ike er sleeve—but

I said no ’twasn t such a good colour

,an d she said she

b’

liev ed i t.

And that’s,

” passing on,Jeremiah, David, I zaiah

,

an d Zachariah. Thern owyou zee ther Zolomon says ther’s

n othing n ew un der the sun— i t’s th’ owld fashin agen

ther’s the redicule as thay carries um n ow- a-daays,an d a

lady said little did er think to come to Fairford church

an d zee it worn by men as thay did ther—thay said thay

never b ’liev ed such characters as them .

”

He passed on to the firs t of another series ofwindows ,and proceeded Now you zee that’s the beginning Of

the ’i story of the church . That’s the represen talion of the

serpun t temptin’E v e. Ther’s the serpun t and the fruit on

the tree. Ther’s Mosis a keepin is v ather’s flocks—ther’s

the sheep an the goats a feedin that’s the fiery b ush God’

peared to Mosis in—part Of i t broken an d gone th er’s

part of the vire left. You zee all this eere glass was taken

out of this church and buried underground for a undred

years in O l iver Crumwull’s t ime,and ther’s no kn owit

stwas all perfect wen ’twas brought eere—and I ad a g en le

mun eere this summer, and before I towld im en ythin g

ab out i t,’e towldme ’e went to S t. Mary’s Church in Rome

and ’e captured the vessel and bought this maner off King

Hen ry V I I . an d ad the church built—Sir John Tame did .

I should men tion,what, however, i s well known , that the

glass was captured from a ship,an d the church was b uilt

to receive it.

O

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“ That,

” con t in ued the clerk, after his paren thesis,“ that’s Gideun a feelin the fleece, an d ther

’s th

’han g el a

ministerin un to im. That’s Sheba queen of the south both

earin and tryin g to ask of Kin g Zolomon , hofferin g of

im g ifts she’s got er gift in er an d, an d ther

’s Kin g

Zolomun ladies always admires that colour ther—you zee

ther’s caps an d ’ats . I t’s all in small p ieces , as I’ve adg en lemen in this church times an d t imes—ther seems tohai’bin a deal 0’sirudy to fit i t you zee, cause i t

’s all in such

small pieces. I ad s ix glass payn ters thi s summer from

Birmin gham zed they n ever zee n othing to compare with

it—zed thay’d b e down again before the zummerwas over

- an d after I’d zhowed them roun d thay satisfied me very

well, and then thay wan ted me to allow them to step in

the church to sketch the figurs Off I told ’em I adn’t

power to do i t, b ut i f I was the vicar I’d sat isfy em,

an d

Mr. Ri ce said you might let um sketch thefigurs i f I didn’t

l eave—he udn ’t trust them eere b y theirselves. A n d thay

stepped and sketched thefigurs, an d said thay should comeeere agen .

”

Readers wh o lately laughed extravagan tly must some

what contract their already expanding features ; for my

guide has well n igh passed from the region of devildom,

an d n o longer exhausts his very original eloquence upon

red and white tith,

”an d blue and green an d yalla an d

scaly exteriors.” Notwi thstandin g,he is as quaint as

’

ever

in the description of more solemn scen es . After he had

fin i shed the description Of the series of win dows as

n arrated, we wen t to the

finrth (man tel.That,

” said the Old man , resumin g his chan t,“ i s the

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Salutation of Zacherias an d Ulizab eth , an d that i s the

birth of John the Baptist—an d that’s th ’ only place wer

the colours be fayled in the church ; and eere you zee

ther’s a vace—ther’s one 0 ’ three and the yalla colour g‘

oes

roun d—and thay glass paynters we haves eere very oe n

zes as ’twasn ’t burnt through,that was the fault O’ the

colours flyin and ther wus a glass paynter eere meny cers

ago wen my v ath erwas clark, an d’e was of j est the same

’pinion as ’twasn ’t burn t through .

That’s the birth of John the Baptist —ther’s the b ed, andther

’

s the post and the ’an gin s the same as the present

daay— the two tossels of the bed you zee ’angin the ladies

be quite zurprised wen thay zees i t ther j es t the same as

now- a-daays. Ther’s Mary gwain on a visi t to er cusun

Li zabeth . Ther’s J osifan

’ Mary gwain to be contracted,an d also the weddin—th er’s the marriage wer ther bein

j oined ’and in ’and together you zee ; zee the yalla air

down Mary’s b ack—you zee that’s got in fashin n ow-a

daays ; ther agen in the man’s air

,zee un der the ’at ’ow

i t’s farmed ther thay facis are con sidered wun derful ther.

Ther you zee,as I ofen tells ladies as comes to the church

,

thay ave got there owld tricks ther at the weddin the s ame

as thay ave n ow-a-daays, zir.

That is the ’N un ciation—ther’s Mary, ther

’s the lily in

the pot and the b lossum of fayth by her side. That i s the

birth of our S av eer—’ere e’s lyin in the main g er, and ther’s

Mary kn eelin over im there’s the oxen all a feedin in ther

stawls and the sheperds with ther crooks ; ther’s Mary

and the child in er lapQ- Mary’s face i s b roken and gone

ther,but thay robes be very much admired

,an d the gurdle

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ther. A n d ther ’r the wi se men wi th ther gifts in ther’ands—zee the b eerd an d the b awld ed, an dowthaywared

ther air all down ther showlders yeers ago an d ther’s the

g urdle you zee and the jewuls farmed—n ow zee ow ri chthat i s roun d the waaist ther. That i s the circumsision

of our S av eer ; here i s S imeun e’s a receiv in of ’n in to

the temple an d also the perspective view, that i s n oticed

v ery much zir, that win da an d the pillurs b e

’in d it- zee

the distance it appears b e’in d you, zee ow i t i s shaped.

That i s the Purification of the Virgin Mother ; she i s

hofi'

erin a pair‘

0’ turtle doves a hin side of a cage you zee

ther’s the dove farmed in z ide. That harse’s ed and the

man by the zide,the trappin ther, are considered good ;

ther’s the ’ten dan ts of the wise men . Zee ther the towers

ther,ther farmed in differun t placis you zee there zir zee

ther agen the French beds harched over jest in the same

shape as thay be n ow- a-daays zir, and the tossels angin g

ther, jest the same fashin b ack agen you zee. That is

J osifand Mary an d the young chiuld a flyin in to E gypt

to void the cruelty of ’erod ther’s Mary an d the child in

er lap,and ther’s th’ b ass on the road a feedin ; ther

’s

J osif - e’s a g atherin froot in the wildern uss, e

’s got is ’an d

at the froot a g atherin the froot off of the tree ther, in that

light culured glass ther and ther’s the han g el in the tree

a b endin down the b ranches for’n. Zee the leaves, the

colour 0’ that tree,ow good it i s

,the green ther. That i s

th’’Sumption of the Virgin Mary. That i s J osifand Mary

seekin our S av eer in the feast of J’ruslum,

wer e’s foun d in

the tempulwith the docturs b oth a’cerin an d a haskin

them question s wen ’e was b ut twelve yeers of age

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hob serv e ow youn g lookin g ’e i s for ’i s age—an d ther

’s the

docturs a owldin ther ’ands up all surprised at ’n .

”

6 0 11 1 113.

H e then turn ed to a tab le - tomb wi th recumb en t effig ies

ofman an d woman,the man in armour

,and announced it

as that of Robert Leg an , of Worcestershire, related to

Lord Beauchamp’s family. On e Of the family,” he

remarked,

“ died n ot long back,and I ’

ad zome of the

family at the church eere,and thay was quite zurprised

thay didn’t know that eny of the family was eere.”

Turn ing to another tomb Now eere you zee the

founder of the church,John Tame

,and his wife lyin ther.

That g en tlmun as I ad eere this summut e zed as the glass

ought to ’a gone to the Church of St. Mary’s in Rome,and

I zed,

‘Well,Zir,

’ I zed,

‘ ther isn’t ner such a church in

I n g lan d, I’m well aware 0

’ that,’ and he zed

,

‘N O, ther

i sn’t such a church in the world. ’ Hart’s intire lost you

zee ,”— he observed confiden tly—

“ ther is no such thing

now. I Often as wimin in this church as zes ther wus

clever men n ow- a -daays, but ther wus cleverer yeers ago.

Zee th’owld grand work ow good it i s,the carvin all round

thi s chancel.” With this he waved his wan d wi th a grace

Of pride and sympathy ; and having exchanged ideas on

the - point, we again addressed ourselves to the task—I

would say en tertain men t as regards myself—Of reading the

windows . We went to the

QL'

en trz Qlib an tel.

That i s the Hadv en t of our S av eer eere. E ’s a ridin

to J’ruslum upon the hass ” The reader had b etter

chant the description slightly through his n ose if hewi shes

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to have an Idea of its origin al character. Ere e’s poin tin

to them wer ther spreadin branches in the waay, an d the

b ass i s l ift in i s legs over them. Ther’s Zaccheus in the

zycamore tree, an d ther ther cryin Osann a in the ’ighest’

and z in g in off some n otes b efore them- ther’s the scroll

you know. E ere is our S av eer a prayin in the garden that

the cup of affli ct ion might pass from ’im—ther’s the cup

ther’s the discipuls asleep wen e ast them if thay could n ot

watch one our,That b ook’s much admired, the clasp an d

the colour of that zur. Ther’s Pilut an d the ’ig h pri est

s ittin in judgment ag en st im ; Pilut i s washin i s’an d in

the basin that e wud not be gilty of the blood of a just

person—and ther ther a barin water out of a owld- fashin

jug into the basun for ’im ; an d ther they compellin one

Simun to bear ’i s crauss and ther ’r the theev es wi th ther’ands tied b e’in d them as was to be crucified with’a. A n d

ther ther a preparin the tomb—ther’s one with a shuv ul

an d another a bringin g rub b in haxes down as i t wer.

And that’s Pilut is wife as towld them to ’ave n uthin to do

wi th that just pursun . And the hupper part 0’ this winda

is the Croo zifixion of our Lard with the pen’tun t thief on

the right and the b laspheemus one on the left an d ther’r

the Romun sowljers a tendin is hexecution— the trappin s

of that ’arse i s very much admired. N ow you look in that

cumpartmen t ther. ”

I lifted my eyes,for the old man had turn ed towards me

in the periodical twist of his head, an d was waitin g.

That ther is the b laspheemus thief. Ther’s the l ittle

red dev ul a sprawlin over him and th’arms a gwain down ;

over the pen itun t thief ther’s a han jul, and e

’s b lue an

’

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yalla. Ther’s Mary waitin ther—ther a supportin o’ er

and owldin er up ; zee the blue dress 0’Mary—you zee ow

i t i s shaped,long an full

,j est the same as the presen t daay,

as I ’ad a g en’lmun an d lady in the church eere n ot long

b ack, an dwen I pointed out to them’bout these things as

she zed,Well

,indeed

,you may z aay clark, as i t

’s long and

full, the same as at the present day an d n ot only that,she zed

,i t’s looped up the same as min e .’

We passed ou That i s Nicademus and J osifOf Hari

methea a takin down the body of our S av eer from the

cross—ther’s the dead body a angin across ’is arm— there’s

the crown d of tharms upon i s ed and the print Of the n ayls

i n i s ’ands and feet wer thay wer n ayled to the cross ; and

if you n oticis ther’s i s harm goes up

,i s right harm up to

the round of the ladder— the green sleave you zee caught

owld of the rown d of the ladder,bringin the dead body

down th er’s even th

’owld—fashin pinchers

,the yalla

pinchers s tuck in i s gurdul for drawin of the n ayls wi th

an d ther ther a owldin ther harms up to receive the dead

body. A n d that i s the representation of the wun derful

darkn ess,wen ther was darkness all over th’irth . And

ther ther laayin Of im in the sepulchre—e’s a layin Of’n

down you zee ther’s Mary weepin— she got on e’an d up

at er face you zee,an d th

’other

'

comes down in her lap.

Iu‘

th’hupper part in that next cumpartmen t i s S ayn t

M ichul and ’i s hang uls a figh tin ag en st the Dragun an d

the fall’n hanguls whom thay o v ercum. That’s Belzebub

a lookin g thro the fiery grate— there e i s b e’in d the bars—you zee all the bars ’peers to be wite- ot an d part n ot toave come to the wi te ’eat yet you zee—that’s considered

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Mary Magdalen e after i s res’rection . Zee the ladywork in

in the dressis wi th diff’run t colours . You zee wat truble

i t must be to get it together— z ee the doorwaays ow they

farmen ther,and the tower b e’in d it—an d the perspective

Of that winda, the harchwaay ow its zhadid, an d“

the top of

the door ther. That’s Christ ’peerin to two of is disciples

as thay’re gwain to Emmayus eere e’s makin of himself

known unto them by b rekin O’bread before them ; and

eere e’s explayn in the scriptures to the twelve apostles,

who all b ’liev e except Tummus—e would n ot t ill e ad thirst

i s ’and into i s s ide ther e i s thirstin i s ’and in to i s s ide .

Now that face ther,zur ” - poin ting to the face of the

Saviour is a difi'

eren t sart of glass. Meny yeers ago

thay wer gwain to ristore'

the church, and thay stopped

them and would not let them go on eny further ; an d I

think it was a . good thing,far thay zed thay would ha’

spoiled the church all throughout ” —this also confiden t

ially.

That’s wer our S av eer ardered them to lanch down

into the deep for a m’raclus draft—ther’s the net v ull Of

fishis—and th er’

s th’ one a pullin i t in the b oat th' one

side and one on th’ other ; and ther’s the owl - v ashin ed

b oat farmed you zee,and ther

’s some fish b roilin on the

gridiron for them to eat— thay ad gridirons in thay daays

you see in jest the same fashin . I had two gents eere not

long b ack, an d o n e Of the gents named it and zed,Well

,

they’re dun well - and one took the other up very sharp,

and e said,

‘They are dun well,and they had b in there

many yeers and the other said,They’re pain ted well,

i

why don’t you zee them

FAIRFORD CHURCH WINDOWS.

This i s the ’Sencion of our S av eer from the Mount of

O l ives, wer e’

s gone up in the clouds,—but on ly’i s feet

are left vi sible,the rest part of the b ody

’s in the clouds,

an d ther’

s the disciples at the foot of the mountain wer e

ascen did from and eere thay’re lookin up with ther ’ands

up after the ’Sencion on each s ide you zee. B ere’s also

a piece Ofwater— ther you zee i s even the boat and men

in i t,and th er’s the swan in the river and the mauss (moss)

farmed g rowin by the rivers ide you zee, and the boat on

tother side. That’s the descen din Of the ’Oly Ghost in

the l ikeness of a clove on the daay of Pen tecaust—zee the

facis ther ow good they are you zee—thay’re considered

wun derful them faces be ther you zee some very good

b ildin s fan n ed—ther i s Cathedruls you zee.” On the

5 m“)

we came to twelve fig ures which as a matter of certainty

have been put down to represent the twelve Apostles ,though

,as an antiquarian friend suggests

,the hypothesis

may be only due to the coinciden ce of number. However

this may be, the old clerk has given names to each,which

he trolls glibly from his tongue’s end.

I n these next three windas farmed eere is the twelve

Apostles, wi th the’Postles’ Creed— that i s round ther eds

,

you zee ther’s a part 0 ’ the Creed which b egins with ‘ I

b’liev e in God

,

’ and so i t goes on. That i s S ayn t Peter,S ayn t A n drew, S ayn t James , and S ayn t John an d that i s

S ayn t T’

omus, S ayn t James the less, S ayn t Philip, and

S ayn t Barthalemew ; and that is S ayn t Matthias , S ayn t

Simon, S ayn t Jude, an d S ayn t Matthew—vour in eachwin da.

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And n ow these ’r four Primitive Fathers of the Church

-that is S ayn t J erum, S ayn t Greg’ry, S ayn t Ambrus, and

S ayn t August in e thay’

v e got ther caps you zee farmed on

em—thay’

re the munks you zee—ther’

s one you zee,e’s

the same as a Cath’lic priest ther.” He looked to a

5 1mmW ait W itthnm.

“ This winda eere i s King David a sittin in judgment

ag en st th’ Malakite for slaayin King Saul—ther’s the

Malakite es got King Saul’s ed in ’and by the air of is ed

ther,and the zword in i s other ’

an d and ther ’r the

sowljers by the side of’im in the other cumpartmen t ther

- zee the sheeld ther, the colour ther ow good it i s . N ow

eere you zee the glass is b roke and damaged by the ’ayl

starm that was many yeers ago, an’ then the lady gave the

lattices for the windas. Now z ometimes wen I shows this

winda the ladies will saay ’twas a pity the starm came

but if it ’adn ’t the lattice’

ndu’t ha’ b in given an d the ’ole

O’ the windas ud a bin damaged p

’raps.

”

I didn’t dispute this very logically soun d proposition,

an dwe passéd on .

“ N ow ther you zee ther’s some facis ; ther wer the

winda’s brok and gone, you zee the difi’ren t facis with ther

caps an ats ther—th er’s the turban jest the same as the

present daay zee the face ther an d the star in frunt of the

cap ther, zee the v ether (feather) ow it’s corried—j est the

same as Julip Z in g (the Maharajah Dhuleep S ingh, I pre

sume he meant) as bought a cassel about two mile from

eere- e wears a cap j est like that uri .” We then went to

the

FAI RFORD CHURCH WINDOWS .

M Mi nster&; M inuet“ .

My guide either suffered from short sight, or else he had

never g et near enough to the windows to master their

designs with the deli cious fulness he displayed elsewhere

for he ran very rapidly through their contents . Now

ther you zee,

”b ig in n in g with the north s ide, i s the

Romun Hemp’rors, the persecutors Of the church, and all

the way along over ther eds in the small cumpartmen ts

fromwinda to winda th er’s dev uls, ne’er two al ike on urn

all the way an d if you notices in the second win da th er’s

a green umwith a white fark over his sh owlder. Next to

im’s a blue un with red b yes you zee—and ther thay goes

on all different. Th’ other colours ’re green and yal la and

all sarts of colours— you got summut to do to vind um all

I n this eere firs t winda are Deshus (D ecius), A n an iaz ,and Calib—zee the brown stockin s ther, and the slippers

ther,

’ow the’r fan ned the trimmin of the blue chairs also.

Now this next winda eere— ther,that figur to the right

ther you zee— that’s King ’B rod a destroyin’ of young

children—e’s a peercin one through the b ody—ther

’s the

arms an’ legs wi te hangin down cross ’i s arm,and e

’

s a

peercin the z ord through the body with th’ other. The

n ext to ’im i s S evurus, and the next to

’im i s Maxim

inus—’a got a ed in ’i s left ’and

,and the z ord goes up

across ’i s breast you zee,i f you noti ces that figur to the

right thur—that’s N ero drawd with a red face for ’i s

croolty. On the right ’an d next to ’

im i s Marcus Awrelus—e ’s got a spot upon th’bend of ”i s z ord and the next to

’im i s A n tomin e wi th a doub le row Of b utton s down 'i s

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coat, far med like two rows of pearls ther e’s got the z ord

in ’i s right an d the zheeth in’i s left across ’i s thigh

,and

there’s the arm an d the elbas very good ther zir. And

that farthestfigur in the las t winda is Domishun (Domitian )an d the middlefigur i s Trajun , and the next i s A n dreean .

”

We turned to the

g en tly Clz t tfitnrp .

These n ow are the twelve preservers of the church

who suffered martyrdum— thay ’ave han g els over thayre

eds in contrast with the wicked uns . Ther’s no nam es

given to them, b ut I’ve had g en

’lemen in eere times and

times to saay as the middulfigur in the first winda ther i s

meant for S ayn t Sebastin, which suffered death by b eing

shot to death.

&

I saw that the windows were much b roken , and I could

well excuse the inability to describe them,though I own

I should have liked well to have had my entertainment

prolonged . However,i t had b ecome so dark that I could

scarcely take a note,and as on looking through the dim

light I discerned in the Open doorway the sm iling coun tenan ce of an intelligent police- sergeant who had undertaken

to be my guide to the Obtaining of some cray-fish , I was

fain to depart. On e of the archaelog ical party I have

mentioned told me that the old clerk’s was the best des

cription of a painted window he ever l istened to. I agree

with him . Do not my readers ? A man Of technical

education could not enter into the spirit and conception Of

the design s as our friend does . I have little doubt that

my experience with him has ere thi s formed part of his

stock- in - trade.—Gloucestershire Chron icle.

THE MOOLBERRY TREE .

jVIO O L B E R R Y TRE E .

WE RE in the merry month of May,

The b irds wur s ingin on the le- e- e- ea,

When fust I zaw the lovely Molly

Oon der n e’uth the Moolb erry Tree.

I axed her if she would be trew,

Oh ,’ees I ’ool

,

”z ays she to me

A piece Ofgoold we broke in two,Onder n e’uth the Moolb erry Tree.

T’were on a dark D ezember night

When Molly went across the Moor,The z n ow coomd down and hid the light

An’ Molly missed the cottage door.

We

’

v oun d poor Molly stiff and dead,

A shockin z ig h t i t wus to zee

We putt a stoon ab uv ’er

’ead

Oon der n euth the Moolb erry Tree .

The maids with May-day garlands come,All out Of love vor she an’me,An’ strew we v lowers ’

er last long home

Oon der n euth the Moolb erry Tree.

A countryman with original ideas , on seeing the steam

tug Teleg raph submitted to repairs in the dry dock at

Gloucester,horrified a b y- standing merchan t with the

inquiry,I say

,zur

,b e thuck the ship as brings in all the

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I v ollerd tha to see the game

Th’ lot wur gwain to plai

I thowt as h ow the Old parson

Wi’ tha wur gwain to prai .

Tha lookt at aal the an shun t tooms

Au’ cherryb ims,ya zee

,

An’wun ole fogy spoke and zed’Twas harky- Ol- O -gee.

Tha look’t at aal the arches roun’

Wi’ zig- zag pattern thur

An’ aal the stwo n in angels brown,

Tha made a mity stur.

Uh ax’t the Clark what tha ded want

He zed thay’d buy

, perhops,

The angels and the cherryb ims

To put into thur shops .

Tha zoon cleer’d out an ’ look’d aal roun’

The b attlemin ts an’ tour,

An’ ta’ked aboot th’Old church poorch

A n’ stood in out the shour.

Tha zoon wur up an’ off agen,

Ri t droo th’village street

Ta zee the haunted Manur house

I n ruins tha did meet.

GLOUCESTERSH IRE ZONG.

L O UC E S TE RSHIR E O N G

OUR sarv an t, my betters in station an d weal th ,And than k ’

ee fur drin kun the labourer’s heal th

And, Zur, I can’t tell you how grateful we be

For the good advice you’ve a b in givun to we.

’Tis true,my grand friends

,as afore me I fin ds,

There’s n o thun l ike rub b un together our minds

For 20 we both taches and larnszummat n ew

A n d now let me zay just a few words to you .

Extrav agun ce—I bean’t afeard to spake plain

To the shrewd higher ranks— i s the g en tlev olks ban e.

What lots of you.un workun‘ men fal ls a prey

TO that sad love 0 ’ yourn for show- off and display.

No doubt you doan ’t spend all your in comes in beer,But what do your honse - rents

,n ow

,come to a year ?

Eight hundred,a thousand and moor

,I b e told,

And b y-m - b y the furn itur comes to be z old.

There’s likewise your footmen in all zarts o’ plush,Bedizened enough to make e’er a man blush

Wi’ the hair 0’ their heads full 0 ’ powder an’ grease

My friends , this here nonsen se’ti s t ime vor to z ease.

I n b oss -flesh and carridg es, too, what you spen ds

I s dreadful to think of, my un employed frien ds

I doan ’t zay you ha’n’t got n o right vor to ride,But charruts and hosses you keeps out 0 ’ pride.

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And then thurs hoss-rheasus,I’m zorry to zay,

O n which you bets fortun s an d fortun s away

Oh do,my grand friends

,these here courses gie o’er

A n d doan’t go a wag ern and gamblin n o more.

And what’s that there uproar whereof I ’ve heard tell,When zum on ee goes up to Lunnon to dwell

O n e night wi’ another as costs, for a sate,What med fin d ee in lodgun s an d clothun and mate.

How shockun expen suf’s the lives as you lives

What atun and drin kin what feastes you gives

How vur ’ood the valley ofwhat you gets droo

At one grand blow out , in a carter’s keep goo.

The gout comes a wastun your substance an dwealth

A n d now I be got on the subject of health,

’Tis one whereupon you needs much to be taught

You don’t attend to ut at all as you ought .

A practice too common,a deal

,in your clas s,

I s dancun in ball - rooms chock v ull of v oul gas

Zo , talk about part ies pent up in close air,There’s no crowded dwellings wi’y ourn to compare.

The end on i t all i s you runs in to debt,

And risks all your fortun s moor in come to get,Wi’zum gang 0 ’ rogues when b y-m- b y comes a smash,And you zee you be choused out 0 ’ your cash.

My friends,as our labour in luxury main taaj n s,

To live on your means you must use your own b raain s

Without self- reliance you’ll never learn how

Your puddun to ate in the sweat of your brow.

THE TITHE P IG.

I hopes as how these arn est words I’ve expressed,

Like stoan s in a millpond ’ool zin k in ache b reast.

Wi’ then ks vor your warnin agin beer an’pipes

You dran k we in clarrut—Here’s to ee in zwipes.

a QOD morn in ’,S ir

,

” the Paason zed,Good morn in

’

,S ir

,to you

I’ve come to claim a zuckin ’- peg

You knaw it i s my due

The v arrn erwun k upon his wife

Who was a- standin’ by,

A n’ zed

,E es

,Paason , there they be,

All vine uns,in the sty.

An’gwo in,Paason

,j est gwo in

A n’peck the biggest out

For ’tis but roig h t thet ye should have

The best,beyon d a doubt,

”

The Paason smole a saintly smile,He gazed upon the pegs

He wore his sui t 0 ’Zun day black,Zilk stockin s on his legs .

He op’d the door 0 ’ thie there sty

A n’went the best to claim.

A littl e thought as in a went

A would be brought to shame I

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The v in est peg a z eiz ed an’haaled

By t’ leg vrom out the sty,But ere 21 got anigh the g eate

The z ow at he did vly.

I n vain a kicked,in vain a cried,

She kn ock’dun in the slush

An’ when a tried to rise hisself

At un , behin d, did rush .

She trampled on his hat an’gloves ,She tore his Zunday clothes

He wur a pretty z igh t to zee

Blood pourin’ vrom his nose.

H ey,v armer

,let me out

,zings he

Nay,that would be a zin

,

”

The v armer said,

“My busin ess was,Good sir

,to letyou in .

Here t’ owld zow got madder,an d

Began to tear his leg

Let me out,v armer, an

’ I’ll gwo

Away wi’out the peg &”

All right then paason , ef we’re quit

I’l l let ’ee out No more,”

Ses paason , O’ thie work vor me

He nearly cuss’d an’zwore.

Good morn in’

,s ir

,

” the v armer zed,A lookin’ rather sly

Then turn ’d an’wun k upon hi s wife

Who stood a laafin by.

THE CHURCHWARDENS’ COMPLAINT.

HE HUW HW A R D E N S 'FOMPLA I N T .

AN INC I DENT IN THE LI FE OF THE V ILLAGE PARSON.

”

HE Bishop sat in his high- b ack’d chair, in episcopal

study at home,

A n d the carved oak presses were garn ished wi th man y a

portly tome.

A rare old place,with wainscot dark, an d tapestry old

bedight,

And through stained glass did softly pass “ a dim rel igi ous

light .”

But the Bishop’s b row was clouded with care, in the m idst

of his learned repose,

A n d what the cares of that Bishop were,there i s n on e but

that Bishop knows .

Perhaps his flocks showed signs of decay,wi th pasturage

not conten t ;Perhaps in shoals they were dri fting astray

,in the mazes

of D issent ;Perhaps the wolf was prowling about

,an d the under

shepherds asleep,

Or taking their ease,thinkin g more of the fleece than the

fodder for the sheep .

But the Bishop’s brow was clouded with care in the midst

of his seeming repose,

And what the cares of that Bishop were,there i s n one b ut

that Bishop knows .

Come in,” said he to the footman’s knock

,discreet at the

study door.

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Two farmers,my lord—churchwarden s they an d

guardian s of the poor,

From the neighb ourin g parish ofThicheadan dof S an ston e

on the Moor.”

S it down,my frien ds

,an d your b usin ess state as quickly

as may be,

A n d,James

,tell M rs . J ob son I shall lun ch precisely at

three.

I am very busy,

” the Bishop said—n o doub t what he said

was true,

Though what the Bishop was b usy ab out, there was n on e

but the Bishop knew.

“We be come, my lord, to lodge complaain t—eh n aib our

J ooan es“ 1 5 5 sure.”

Agian the curut of Thichead,an d of S an ston e on the

Moor.”

“ I n deed -wi th a pause of grave surpri se the Bishop at

length began,

I always thought that Jameson was a most exemplary

man .

”

That’s what’s we be come to compla in about—he’s a

z empery man, my lord .

”

(He meant an extempore preacher, b ut had quite forgotten

the word .)A n d sticks hisz elfup ab oav e the rest, as efn one than he

wer bigger,Thaw a yen t fit to hould a can dle to our poor ould Passon

Trigger

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I f he’s sober an d steady Why there, zur, you zee, a

sti cks in alon g wi’ his wife,

While Passon Trigger ud come to the Crown and get

drunk ev’ry night of hes life.

But a worthy ould man wer Passon Trigger,an d pipple

aal liked he the best,What’s the use of a passon onless he can be hail fellow

well met wi’ the rest ?

And a capital sarmon too he’d praich he’d a dozen or

moor

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I’ll be bound

,

A n d we allus kn awd what wer comin when Kursmuss or

Whitsun com’d round .

But Passon J emsen jes t b oulds up hes yead, when hes

text vrom the Bible he’v took,

And goos on moast awful at n aib our and I,athout lookin

on to hes book.

l o I thought,yer lordship

,I ’d jest come and axe ef

z empery praichin es right,Vor thaw what a zes mid be perfectly true

,he’s as b ad as

a Methodist quite .”

“ I’ll consider the case,

” the Bishop replied,“ you have

cause of complaint,no doub t

E xcuse me , but luncheon is ready, I find ; J ames, show

the gentlemen out.”

Thus endeth my tal e— l have n othing to add, except that

the story i s true

A n d what the Bishop thoug ht'

of the case there was n one

but the Bishop knew.

OUTI S .

THE MOOVIN PA N N URRAMMUR .

l o o e fA N N UFfi A MMUR .

OW,Willum

,th

’hosses b e in vor the nite,zet down

an’ I’ll tell e about the dooin s at Ciz z eter.

Thee knows measter sent I into toun histerda an’ hed

to wait t ill late. I n the Markut Please hi the Karn Hall

thur wur stuck zum big colo ured picturs, an’ tha zed twur

a Furrin Movin Pan n urrammur, an’then ks I wat a girt W i ld

beast he mun be. Tha show’d the country ware he moved

about,an’ a big pleas twur, but tha

'

wur cute enough not to

gie a pictur of the beast hisself, the movin pan n urrummur.

I wur wan tin ’ t o zee the an imal, fur the pepul did stop

an’stur 20 . I axd a b woywat zort of a beast i t wor, an’ he

zed twur l ike a drummerdumdary, an’ he wur as high as

the housen he’d a girt trunk an’ stripes like a tiger,and

swished his tail and roor’d.

Th’ peepul wur gwain in, an’

20,as I hed best smock an’

billycock on I gwos wi’ the rest on em and zeed a coloured

kurtin akrass the top 0’ th’ hall, an’

th’music wur a playm .

Thowt as how uh sh’

d hear un roor an’ hes chain rattle,

an’th’gentle volks in v ron twur very near toon l The chap

stopt th’ gingle an’ another cum’

d up wi’ a long stick an’

zed he wur a gwain to z how th’moo v in Pan n urrammur

,

an’ th’ kurtin s draad back thursen s, an’ thur w

‘

ur a pictur

jest like th ’ wun outside. Sez I to a mon, wur’s th

’Pan

n urrammur, an’he pwin ts to the pictur ; an

’ jest then I

seed a fiery eye a lookin’ droo a hole, an’ thowt as how

twut th’ beast a lookin at th’ peeple, but twur nuthin but

a g aslite.

The chap kep pwoin tin wi’ his sti ck an’ zum v resh

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picturs com’d on, wen a dapper v ellow show

’d hisself an’

zung a zong about a battle an’ a b woy, as sed thet“jest

before th’battle mother he shud skedaddle whom again .

”

An’ the peepul stampt thur heavy boots on the v loor an’

hollur’d z on g kur, an

’ as the chap hedn ’t dun it well enuf

fur em he cum’d back an’ zung anuther zong.

N ow,then ks I , th

’ animal is a kummin out, but tha sed

the I rishman ud dance a j ig while tha chan ged the Pan

n urrammur. I thowt thi s mashun bad, as I h edn’t seed un

yet an’ hed paid me money. The chap wi’ the sti ck an’

black cwoat com’d out agen an’ zed the Pan n urrammur

would now be show’d an’ to kip the peepul in good trim

he zed thet he shud also show urn a Dyerrammur, the like

0’

wich hed never been seed afore. Tha lower’d the lites

an’ the Pan nurrammur behind went off like a roorin

can n un , an’ the housen in the pictur wur aal in v lames.

Sez I to a b woy“When i s the Pan n urrammur and

Dyerrammur a cummun out ?”

As the zong ses,Willum

He put fiz’

rfing er to his n ose,A n

’ wz'

n k’d (m’slzet on e eye.

0

He sed as how Hookey Walker ud b reng um out we a

girt chain on.

An’ arter aal tha never show’d the heastes,fur the peepul

stampt and went out .

Twur dark wen I got whom,an’ thur wur a bill stuck

on me b ack of the moov in ’Pan n urrammur.

ZAYINS OF ZOLOMUN THE RA NTUR.

[ZAY IN S A N ’MA X IMS OF O L O MUN

THE fiA N TUR .

DRE SHI N .

HE J oos hed thur dreshin v loors fur thur carn,but

we hev dreshin machines as nocks it out, blows , an’

zacks it. Zum uh the old Joos ud a stur’d to zee thur cam

dreshed, winnowed, and zacked redy fur markut.

JO SE F THE KA RN MARCHANT .

O SE E was a dabster of a karn merchun t. He kep th’

kay o’ the karn krib yur t’yur

,tel uh wus chock v ull,

an’the karn never got fousty. He never mooched vrom

his b isn ess,an’ corn trade was never z lack an’ fur seven

yer he scrabbled arter cam and then fur an othur seven

yer,wat between the dumbledores an’the wether therwus

no craps to ’arv est, an

’ J osef fot out hi s cam weout

b adg erin , an’ let the peepul of E g ipt hev carn to grind in

thur housen an’ fur thur cattle. N o dout sum of urn lookt

glum as tha z old thurselv es fur carn, as not a lugg uh

groun ud bring a han dful,but the aith yer thur was sich a

jorum thur was enuf fur all.

DAVID THE SHEPHURD .

E L I KE David wus the b e st shephurd of his da He

wur no gawky, fur wen he now’d his ship wur fech’t

away he watched vrom th’ dream holes of the barn an’

zeed a lion an’ a burr cumin on the v locks to goo snacks

an’weout a dawg he clouted urn tell tha coodn’t roor, an

arter that the v lock wur left aal right.

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ZARMUN OF THE COCK .

Twur a mity vine z arrn un th’ J arusalem cock preached

to PaterCock- a- doodle doo

Pater,i t yunt troo.

&

No dout Pater wus m oyth ered wi’ the sarv un t gurls

,an’

he got crass an’ tuck to cussin an’swerin ’,an’wen he went

out by hi sself the zarmun of the cock was soun din in his

ears,an’ the bitter teers rolled down his face.

MOOSE S AND F ARO .

Twur n ashun vine to zee Moses ladin g out the I zraelites

from the old brown - skinned King as wus z o cran key as not

to let um goa tell the plages wur finished up wi’ deth

dancin at every door. An’ then, then ks he, wen tha be

started I’ll be arter um an’massacree the lot.'

All the

hosses wur hitched too an’ off tha g ooad a b lowin thur

orn s to driv um all into th’say. When old parchmun t skin

kum up tha wur aal gwain over the red say an’ in a goos

arter um,stark mad

,an’ the water roll’d over um aal. A

'

woman o n th’bank zounded a toon

Th’hoss an’ the rider is lost in the say

an’ aal the thousands kum in korus as the king an’ his

hosses wur a drown en . Nat wun went back to tell the

wimmen thet the brick -makers hed nat chaw’d thur

husbands up.

DO YER DOOTY.

LLUS do yer dooty, an’never be sich a dommel as

to take to guzzl ing.

U OWCE me, woot,” zed Willum

,one nite wen he

thowt owld Mifi‘

y hed him,but meyster ketch

’d

umrab b utin an geed un'

a clout 0’ th’yud.

A TETBURY GHOST.

E TB UR Y

WOA STE S , Zur, said Dan Tucker, a stalwartTetbury labourer

,in reply to my enquiry

,

“ I

carn’

t gwo vur to zay as I ive r roig htly z eed a gwoast l ike,but I ha’met wi’ thay as lzev

,of’en and of’en . Whoi, jest

’andy ’ere,at the White ’Art but as we be z o near to’t

,

Zur,prehaps you wood jest step in an’ take a drop 0 ’

zummut,jest to take the edge ofi

’

your stummik this v rostymarn in

’ leastways stan’ treat loike,vor in coorse I

sh ooldn‘

t then k of axing a quality-man like yerself t o

dren k at my expense and this dexterous adaptat ion of

my desire for“ spiritual information ” to

’

the direction of

bodily refreshment,led to my in forman t and myself being

snugly seated in the “ settle ” of the White Hart in less

t ime than it takes to write this,with a foaming tan kard

before us . Well,Zur

,

” continued Dan,you must know

thet zum years agone,this public, or hot - el as it oughter

be called,was kep’by a v amily o

’ the name 0 ’ Chapman,

dacen t volk they wur,an’ my feyth er kn awed

’em well.

Very healthful man,my feyther,

’

an’he lived to be nigh on

a hundred an’ hed aig hteen sons an’ daughters beside

myself,of which sum be livin’ an’ sum be dead

,but thet’s

neither here nor there. Well , these’ere Chapmans con

sisted 0 ’John,the lan ’lord the wife

,who sort 0 ’ tended

to the house,loike an’three as pratty chil’en as iver you’d

wish to zee b loomin’ young uns they was

,an’ j est gettin’

on nicely,when what should turn up but a vis itation of the

toypus fever, an’ the l ittl e uns all took it

,an’dropped off

one arter tother. Arter thet the mother z icken ed an’ska

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dropped off an’ then the feyther hed a touch on’t,but

thet didn’t kil l fie— ’

twur a vexin’vor them as was gone

an’ the long an’ the short on’t i s,they was all a lyin’

tog ith er within two months 0’each other. Well

,arter they

was laid in th’ground,the hot- elwas shet up vor a wh oile

,

an' then a brother 0 ’ Chapman’s—Will’m his name wur

came an’ took to’t,an’ b y-m - b y the custum all come back ,

an’ things progressed well wi’ ’em . Well,zur

,one n oig h t,

after sh ettin ’ up,thay— thet’s the second Chapman an’ his

wife (they was a fruitless pair,) was a settin’ by the vire

a talkin’over then g s in general an’ takin’ a drop 0 ’comfort ,

the rest bein’ in bed an’ none about,when all of a zudden t

thay h eerd the deuce an’ all of a knockin’ at the doo r 0 ’

the room they was a zettin’ in. Come in, ses Chapman,wi’out lookin’ round

, th en kin’ as ’twas someone tuk bad

an’wan tin ’ a drop 0’ gin m ebbe but when a did turn to

zee who ’twas a gev a sort of a hop - step - an’- a- jump loike

,

v or there was his bro ther an’his brother’s wife as was gone

a standin’ in the room as n at’ral as cood be. Well,

bro ther Will’m,

” ses the gwoast, I an’my m is si s , a ses ,tho’t as we would give you a look in

,

” a ses.

G-

g- glad to zee you

,brother J ohn

,

” ses Chapman, not

to be outdone,

o n your missis,come an’ zet down, boath

on ye but,

” ses he,a thought sort 0 ’ strikin ’’im ,

where’s

the childern ?” ses he. “ Jest outs ide

,

” ses the gwoast.“ Ax ’em in

,b rother J ohn

,

” ses Chapman, ax ’em in, an

’

tell ’em to zet down too. ” Well,brotherWill’m,

” ses the

gwoast,“ I will ax ’em in ; but as to z ettz

'

n’down , thet

’s

another theng,ses he ;

“ they can’t do tfiet, brother

Will’m ,

” ses he, sort 0’ sorrowful loike “ they can’t do

tfiet, war they im’

g ot n otfzz‘

n’to z et on .

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When dinner was wauv er,Phil larn ’t from the Squire

Who was that nice young gal in sitch quint att ire“ A poor doctor’s daater that sarv us ha’ took’Twar she dressed the dinner that thare’s our head cook.

“ She ’v e got too much pride fur to marry fur bread

But she bain’t above lab our’

n to ear n i t instead .

That thare’s our Lady Help so now drink up thy wine .

Thinks Phil to hi s self, I shuld like her fur mine.”

He wrote her a billy, g en tale and purlite,

Whereunto she consented— ’twur love at fust sight .

And so they got married without moor delay

And the Squire he was willun to gie her away.

Sarch the countree around,and you wun ’t find a pair

As lades a moor happier life than them there.

She keeps hi s whoam t idy,and ’tends to his boord

,

And his manes makes go furdest good th en g s to affoord.

No doubt but she’ll bring up her daaters l ikewise,

To roast and to bile,and udden s and pies

To rub,scrub, and polish, bake

,and broo

,

As every chap’s wife should be yeab le to do .

The lass for me’s her that can sweep out a room

,

Not b ywearun a train, but by usun a broom.

Lady Helps and Fine Ladies comparun , I says ,D i rty work done wi’ clane hands afoor dirty ways

N ow every young feller to wedlock inclined,Thee look out a n awtab le huz z iv to find

Fine Ladies,fandan goes

,and fillig rees flee.

Thee’st a Lady Help fin d the best helpmate for thee.

Pun t/z.

HARVE ST-HOME CHORUSE S.

Cfilnutestersb tre

T’I‘A R V E S T i o ma . HO PQJ S E S .

N o . I .

E RE ’S a health unto our master,The founder of the feast

I hope to God wi’ all my heart

H i s soul in Heav ’n may rest

That all his works may prosper

Whatever he takes in hand

For we are all his servants

And all at his command

N o . I I .

Here’s a health unto our mistress,

The best of one and twenty

Heigh- ho,is i t so

,i s i t so ? I t is so

Fill i t up a little fuller,for I think i t looks quite empty,

A n d down let it go,let i t let i t go

A n d i f you drin k

You can go to bed an

A n d drive away sorrow and woe.

N O. I I I .

Here’s a health to the man thi s house do belong,For providing of us this good cheer

Here’s health to his wife all the days of her l ife,Lord send him good crops for next year.

A n d prosper his flock,and all his whole stock

,

H is family well to maintain

Then take up thi s cup and drink it all up,

For there’s plenty to fill i t again .

GLOUCESTERSH IRE D I ALECT.

L O UC E S TE IKS HIR E O UR TS HIP .

H I LE on a holiday in the coun try I took up my abode

at the house of an old Farmer,who having resided

in the neighbourhood from his youth,wasmuch respected.

His conversation,teeming with stories told in his s imple

but unadorned manner,could not but render hi s company

most interest ing to me.

Hon est old Farmer Giles had an only son,who had

reached the age of forty without entering into the matri

monial s tate ; in fact he was rather“ half- saved

,

” and as

true a specimen of a coun try bumpkin as ever graced a

pitchfork. Our conversation one day happening to turn

on the said bumpkin,I expressed my surpri se that he had

not had the good fortune to get married .

Well,” said the farmer

,

“ i t beant th’faut 0’his’

feace

I reckon,for he be as pretty a b woy as here and there one,

an’ he have had his chances y fakin s,an’had he ha’

bin as cute as I be he me ad a b uxom lass, wi’ no

end 0 ’money neither l ”

How was that then ?” I asked .

“ You must know,

” said the farmer,

“ that my b woyused

to work wi’ I in the v ield,that is

,he ploughed an’ sowed,

ripped an’mowed,an’ all t’other ’cultural works loike

,an’

a steady,hard-workin’ lad he wer too

,

’till all on a zudden

bless ee he b ecum lazy loike,an’ wouldn’t work at all, an

’

if I b low’

d un up ’twere all th’ same so at last,thinks I

to myself,I’l l spake to en about it

,ca

’mly loike, an’ so I

did, an

’ axed un what wur the matter wi’un,and so ses

he “ I don’t dissactly know,ha &ha &ha &but ever since

A GLOUCESTERSH IRE COURTSH I P.

I seed Molly Grun dy at our village church, fayther, I’v e

felt all over in such a con flag g eration loike ha &ha &ha &”

“ But you b eant in love,b e ye,

” I ses . “ Well,

” ses he,“ I doan t know dissactly, may be I med b e, b ut dang my

buttons,fayther, ef I doan t think Molly

’s in love wi

’ I

ha ha ha “ But did a spake to ye,

” I ses . E es, to

be sure a did ses he,an’ sed I wur a pretty b woy, ha

ha ha An’what did ye zay back to her ?” “ Zay ?

whoy I laft, ha &ha &ha“Well,

” ses I,you should

ha made love to her,

” I ses. But I didd’t know h ow,

fayther,” ses he;

“What be I to zay ?” Well,

”'

ses I ,I’ll tell ee

,my sonny. When you zees her agen , j est you

address her summut loike this (I kn aw’d what to tell un

cos’ I had larned it out of a book) z—Oh , thou most in com

parable of thy sex thine eyes of diamond light have

pierced my heart’s core,thy cheeks are carnation red

,thy

lips l ike coral,thy skin alabaster ; thy teeth , good lack &

and graceful mien,have scorched and burned up all the

particles of my hea then,to expend thy passion

upon me alone, thy swain,who i s at this momen t

ready to espouse thee,thou irres istable and adorab le

woman

And did he say all this ?” I enquired .

Noa,noa

,

” replied the farmer,a sad blunder a made,

bless ee,all droo his bein’ no scolard and a lost both his

sweetheart Molly an’her money into the bargain . When

a got to Molly Grundy’s door a drapt an his knees , scrat

his head,an’ began Oh & Molly Grundy

,fayther ha

’

sent I here to undress ye—oh thou most un bearable of

thy sex & Thy eyes dimmed light ha’ pierced my heart

sore— thy cheeks be tarnation red—thy lips like mackerel

GLOUCESTERSH IRE D IALECT.

- thy skin plastered—thy teeth,so black an’ hateful an’

mean— thou hast scorched and burned up all the articles

in my heart . Feign,then

,to expend thy passion on I

alone,thy hateful swine

,who is at thi s moment ready to

expose thee, thou detestable and deplorable’ooman .

’

Molly Grundy no sooner heard this speech than she

caught up a long broom and whopped ” Robin out of the

house , and from that time to this he has never been'

able

to get a wife,or muster courag e enough to essay love

making.

An epitaph in Dymock graveyard i s engraved as

follow5 '

Too sweetur babes you nare did see

Than God Am ity gave to we

But they wur ortaken wee agur fits ,A n d hear they ead as nits .

A native of the Forest of Dean, aspiring to the poets

b ays , writes with reference to N oah’s Ark

Next there comed the monster Zin,

And him with all his train went in

A purty theng,upon my word

,

I wish they ’d kn ock’d um overboard

But if they had no good ’twould a bin,For the devil would a teached him how to zwim.

DIALOGUE .

PIA L O G UE B E TW E E N ILLUM A N D

MU S .

Tummus—Do’e know, Willum,

thur’s a v ool atop uh

Ciz z eter church ?

W&Hum—Wat do ’e zay,Tummus ?

Tammus— I zay, do’e know thur’s a Tom v ool atop uh

Ciz z eter church ?

Wz'

ZZm/z— N oa, I doan t. Hev heerd c v a mun key atop

o v a house , but never zeed a v ool atop of a church .

Tammas—Thur is one then, Willum,

vor schoolmaster

in village told I 20 an’ twur a stwon in v ool wi’a kap an’

aal on , wi’v eathers stuck in.

GLOUCESTERSH IRE DIALECT.

Wz'

llun z—Doo ’e zay zo

,Tummus. Never heerd s ich a

theng afoor.

Tan imus—Schoolmaster zaid as how thur wur aal th’

fig gurs plav’d at Whitsuntide thur. Thur wur th’ lord

and lady an’ the mon wi’ th’ zword, and he as carried th’

mon ey with a pus in his girdle,an’twur rote under one on

um,

“ Be murry.

”

Willi/in—Wat jolly chaps thay must a bin as bilt

Ciz zeter church. N oa doub t tha play’d th

’Witsun ale in

them days .

Ta n imus—Quite troo,Willum . Schoolmaster zed as

how th’ Roman Catholi cs karv ’d them out and b ilded th’

church,and thet they zung masses vor th’ souls o v the old

Ciz zeter volk.

Willn m—Thay doan t zing vor thur ded people n ow, do

um,Tummus ?

Ta n imus—Noa,but thay hed the Virgin Mary large as

l ife,so I hev heerd zay, an

’brot thur presents to hur. Tha

hed a pictur painted we eelin the wimmin down

to hell on the wall,20 chink must a pour

’d in

nation vast. Th’ old Ciz z eter volk dedn ’t want to be

wheeled off be old N i ck to be roasted arter tha’wur ded.

Willn n z—Pace to thur z ouls,Tummus.

B elow the hattlen zen ts, on the n orth side of the n av e.

are ston e carv in g s, represen tin g the chief actors in the

Whitsun A lo, on ce so celeb rated in thisfiart of the coun try .

The L ord wears a cap an dfeathers, an d holds a scroll on

which is written in an cien t S axon characters, BE MERR IE .

The steward has a purse at his g irdle. There are also

represen tation s of the lady of thefeast, the fool, musician ,sword b earer, é

s e. I t may b e seen to adv an tag efrom the

leaded 7 oof of S t Mary’

s Chapel.

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I n ever wants ta zee ee moure

Nor speak,ya may depend.

Then hoff she went,a tryin ta do

Thick ugly Grecian bend.

I did think that she ad moure z en se

Avore she went away ;But let hur goo

, praps zoon she’l l rue

Vor this,another day.

However,z in ce St. Valentines

Is purty n i at han

I’m dang if I do on t zend hur won

As ugly as I can .

Vor then i t med bring down her pride,

An praps hur ways she’ll mend

I f I da zen hur won that’s tryin

Ta do tha Grecian bond.

20 jist avore tha day I rote

To couzin J im,infiown ,

Ta goo an buy a valentine

An seafly zen umdown .

S truction s I gied un wat ta buy,Purty straite ye may depend

Twur ta be a country girl

A dooin the Grecian bend .

Nex day the poustman he did breng

A letter dressed ta I,

An mother cudden meak un out

She looked at un purty sly.

ZEND I N A VAL INT I NE .

Upstairs I rushed we un to me room,

Tha in v elope did rend,An ther a girt flash gal wer tryin

Ta do tha Grecian bend .

Zich a pictur never did I zee

I n ael my life avore.

Apon rn e zong twur jist l ike Sue,

J ist l ike tha things she wore .

An ow I g rin n’d at thick ar zite

,

I neer tha house did rend,

Ta zee thick are girt stup a trying

Ta do tha Grecian bend .

Well,beant I plaz

’

d,I ’m zure ower J im

Ne’er coud av v oun d a better.’Tis jist tha very thing vor Sue

She shall av un in a letter.

20 then I popp’d hoff inta town

Ta pw‘

ost thick valentine,Bekaws she shudden know tha mark

,

Nar who twur zen un vine.

An then n ex marnon I did hide

Ta watch tha pwostman by,

An out come Sue,an she did zay,

I s there ar one vor I

An pwostman lafi’d,an d zed E es Sue

,

I think ther’s one vor thee

An ater lookun ael om o’

er,

Zed,

“A y, an yer he be.”

GLOUCESTERSH IRE DIALECT .

Sue nearly sn atch’d umvrom his han ,Then rin’d behind a tree

Wur she cud open un,b ekaws

No biddy else shid zee.

But gess hur temper wen she zeed

Wat thick letter did contain,

She v ow’d,she cried

,she roar’d z a loud

,

I thought she wur in pain .

J ist ooden I let em av i t if

I kn ow’

d who did this zend

Zich lying things,ta zay I tries

Ta do tha Grecian bend .

I v ow I will vind out who tis

Av zen thi s yer ta I

A goo for nothin loppin stup .

J ist wun t I at em vly.

An ael thick day she wur za mad,

She cried and b ellered z o

I raaly think she ad a mine

Away hurz elfta drow.

A elthoug h I liv’d n ex door I diden

Zee hur goo out ael day,

Zays I , I shant goo in ta she

I’m seafer,much

,away.

I auv er yeard hur mother zay,As she went out thick nite

Ower Sue iv ad a valentine,A n t i s a purty v rite.

ZEND I N A VALINTINE .

G i rt stup,I tould hur ow tid be

Wen frim Lun n en she com down,

I f she did ape tha v oolish ways

Of they there voke in town .

I warn till do hur lots a good,

Vor now,ya may depend

,

Na moure you’ll vine will she be tryin

Ta do tha Grecian bend .

Na moure she did,

’tis t rue,begar

,

Thick ugly v ashun try

She wak’d jist l ike she used ta do,An strait as you ar I .

Tha very b woys, they noticed hur,An zed

,ya may depend,

I ’m b low’

d i f Sue ant left off trying

Ta doo tha Grecian bend .

Thick valentine,he done her good

,

Tho much he did offend,

I t tirely cur’d Sue a tryin

Ta do the Grecian bend .

But now she’

v e long v org ot tha time

Wen she wur Lun n en struck

An now she caals I hur dear Mike,

An I caals hur me duck.

We be married now,an I avow

A happy life I spend,

Tho z ometimes in a joke I zay

Sue,try the Grecian b end.

GLOUCESTERSH IRE [ HA LECT.

MORAL

N ow ael young lasses never try

Zich v oolish v ashun s vain,

Vor if ya do,I ’m zure no man

Ofzonse you’ll ever gain .

Vor pen on it,thers nothin like

A plain modest attire,

Vor ael young men of common z en se

Zimplicity adm ire.

Vor mead up gals will never meak

Good wives,ya may depend,

Na moure ill they that ayes zich whims

As that ar Grecian bend .

“ IQ 'IJN h .

THE PN I O N ME E T I N G .

N ION meetin,maister that’s wot this row is about .

You be a stranger now,I rayther ventur to doubt?

Thought I zeed your vace a lookin out o’ the Crown d,

When all th e '

chaps wi’ banners an’ v lag s were marchin

into the town d.

Summut in newspaper line,baint yer ? ay, jus

’ so

An’ about this Labourers’

Union I s’pose yer wants to

know

Well,I carn ’

t zay mooch in its v av our ; on e thing tho’ I

can zee

I t’s fast a-makin enmity where ’armon y used to be.

THE UN ION MEET I NG .

Hark ye, thet Bill J ones them Union zon g s will z ing

(A n’th

’S quoire, whene

’er he meets nu,looks as black as

anything)Bill ses the parsons be all on em thieves —let thet be how

as twi ll

I knaw th ’ Rector were terrible kind to Po lly when she

wur ill.

A slip of a gurl wur Polly,she ever wur reyther vine,

An’ z omehow I sort 0 ’ thought as she’d go off in a decline ;And go she did too

,maisterm

’tis true . l

’ve Lo o and Sal,

But that theer little Po lly wur allus my favourite gal.

Th’ rector’

s lady came every day,an’ his daughter— a

lovely m iss

Bent down her beautiful head an’guv poo r Polly a kiss

She lifted up her weary eyes,to return that kiss she tried

Then looked at us all so sorrowful , an’ then vell back an

died 2’

An’ i t’s awful o n cot maister, when one as is dear to ye

dies

How this here tarnation dust do blow in a body’s eyes

Makes em watery z omehow. Cryin’? not it 1 N o vear

I aint a goin’ to turn to a babby at aig hty year.

Here comes the local agent,j est you watch un jump

,

As sassy an’ slick as can be

,right atop 0 ’ th’ pump

But you carn ’

t heer mooch as a ses , becos o’ the noise of

the boys .

S n iffin ’ s ir ? I s’pose you v in ds o’the smell 0 ’th’ corduroy s.

I thinks that pump and he,maister, z omehow be zort o

’

z orter,

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Vor all as you gets from the one i s trash,an’ all from

tother i s water

An’ I l ikes a drop 0 ’ g ood beer, I do. Teetotaller ? not

for me

Vor no sort 0 ’kind 0’ sense in that I n iz/er could zee.

An’ all these revolutions doan t kind 0’ seem right to me

I ses, let everything bide just as i t used vor to be.

I n iv er did hold wi’ changes,and thet’s how I be here,

Livin’ in my owld cottage,maister

,vor nigh upon fifty

yean

I n thet old cottage, maister, I hopes as how I shall die

(Th'S quoire whenever a passes allus acknowledges I

There’s a pretty patch in front on’t too,an’ tho’now ’tis

sumwhat clear,’Tis bright wi’gillies an’ columbines an’ s ich in th’ spring

0’th

’ year.

I mind th’ould S quoire too, he were a hare- brained man,Allus after the lasses , an

’many’s the game he’d plan

H e was the death 0’one pretty girl, but not a pin cared b e,But cracked his bottle an’j oke

,as merry as merry could b e.

They say a walks o’nights— I n iver have met un mysen,But Timothy Hale, the poacher, ha

’met un agen an’agen ;A ridin’his coal—black hoss

,an’ lookin’as glum as can be

Sakes alive ’ti s a awful theng for a mortal man to zee.

Anything like the larn in ’ I sartin ly niver seed,There’s ne’er a brat in the village b ut n ow can write an ’

re ad.

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THE flasr fiR I D G E O N THE

THA M E S .

A LKI N G to the Tetbury Road Station of the G. W.

Railway one day,I met a fine team of ho rses

,an d

the well known dialact of the district greeted my ear“ Gee-wult. K’

-mae - thee.

The carter met an acquaintance and the horses were

stopped , and I overheard their conversat ion .

“Well carter,did he zee a mom on th

’rooad wi

’ a billy

cock an , an’karren a book ?”

“ Zeed un j est n ow,Willum.

” “He be kum as he zed from

Lunnon.

’A ax

’d I vor the Ten ts Head

,an’vor the life on

mu I dedn ’t th en k wat a mand . Thout as how twer a

public house, an’ I tell’d ’n thur wur no housen heer abouts.

THE FIRST BR I DGE ON THE THAMES.

Zed as how twern ’t housen uh wur looken vor, b ut Tems

Head, wur th’water com’d up out o’yearth. I pwin ted

akrass th’ v ilds to the spren g s. Zed as how ef I’d zhow’n

th’place an’ tell’

n aal I nowd, he’d gie I half- a- crown d.

20 offwe gwoes, an’ I tel l’d un th

’spren g s wur verry ui

’

allus run n in nite an’da’. Took out hees book an’draad

th’ trees an’ waater as n atral as life . We v ollured th

’

straam an’ come to bridge in th’vild wi’dree arches in .

Zed as how twur fust bridge on th’Tems. A n’ out uh

pulls his book an’draas th’dree arches , wi’ a labourer an ’

b woy gwain awv er. While uh wus draain he tell’d I as

how he hed a zeed th’ last bridge on th’Tems th’da’av oor,an

’twur kaal

’d Lun n un Bridge an’wat de then k, kearter,

uh zed as how th’ last bridge on th’ Tems cost more

suv rin s then the fust cost vardens . Zed as how th’straam

got begger un ’begger tell uh kum to Lunnon,an’girt beg

stame zhips thouzan ds ov tons weight,wi’ hun dards o’

peeple ab oord rowd up an’ down . And a zed as how the

zhips vram th’I n dees brought in the bacca an’nutmegs on

th’ zame waater we wur standin’by.

I axed ef he thawt as how I wur a dommel,as he tell’d

I sich then g s, an’ he zed twur troo. He tell’d I moor

then g s about th’Tems

,an’ zed he wur delighted to zee th’

bridge an’ th’strame . He gied I halt- a- crown d, Kearter,

an’we’ll dronk the g en elman’s health to- night

,an’ I’ll tell ’e

moor th en g s uh zed as made I aal o v a oo n dermen t.

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KUL L A T fiIN KN E YA LEGENDARY BALLAD.

HERE i s a skull at Bin kn ey Hall,And it i s old and dark ;

I t stands beneath the window wall,

Which overlooks the Park.

How long t’hath stood,beneath its shade

No living man can say

For ages efforts have been made

To put the bone away.

I t hath been pounded bit by bit,

And scattered o’er the green

But ere the moon her lamp hath lit

I t hath again been seen .

I t hath been plun g’d into the sea

,

A thousand fathoms deep,

And fill’d with lead , that it might be

Where monsters play and sleep.

But soon the lord of Bin kn ey Hall,With horror he discerned

,

As he stood by the window wall

The skull i t had returned .

The sexton delv ’d at midnight hour,

And buried it in clay,

Full twenty feet ben eath the tower,

But there i t would not s tay.

THE SKULL AT BIN KN EY PARK.

The Lord of Bin kn ey laughed, an d said

No more thou shalt appall.

But when he left his sleepless b ed

He found it ’neath the wall .

Lord Bin kn ey cried, O misery

And curs’d i t with a frown

I’ve p‘

lun g’d thee in the briny sea,

t: ull fifty fathoms down .

0,I was glad to see thee sink

Beneath the ocean’s wave

And I sailed home rejoiced to thin k

Of thine eternal grave.

And I sailed home,with mirth and glee,

To think that grisly bone

Was safe beneath the deep b lue sea,Beneath the torrid zone

A n d Bin kn ey’s doors were Open

’dwide

I heard the trumpet's sound

And villagers,with honest pride

,

With flowers strew’d the ground.

I heard the minstrels in the hall,

No living soul was dull

When, 10 beneath the window wall

I found the dismal skull.

With sand and shell ’twas co v er’d o’er

And sea weeds dripping wet

Like some fresh waif cast on the shore,

When first my gaze i t met.

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'Thou shalt n o t be for ages more,To tax us with our guilt

To mind us of the human gore

Our wicked house hath spilt.

Lord Bin kn ey curs’d

,Lord Bin kn ey swore

He’d burn it like a brand

And in a fit of frenzy bore

The skull- bon e in his hand.

He plac’

d i t ’neath the waggon’s tyre,And crush

’

d i t,with a crash

,

And put the fragments in the fire

And burnt them to an ash.

Lord Bin kn ey quaff’d the red win e- cup,

A n d gave a hearty laugh ,To see the white ash whirling up

A n d scatter’

d l ike the chaff.

Lord Bin kn ey kiss’

d his pretty bride,

For he was o v erjoy’

d

This cursed skull,

” Lord Bin kn ey cried,For ever is destroy

’

d.

”

Lo rd Bin k n ey ro se the morrowmorn

To shed a bitter tear,

For e’er he blew his hunting b orn

The object ofhis fear

The horrid skull of Bin kn ey Hall,Which in the fire had b urn ’

d,

He saw beneath the window wall

With freshness had return ’d.

THE SKULL A'I’ B IN KN EY PARK.

Lord Bin kn eymade a shocking vow,And curs’d that horrid bone

When o'er the lawn,l ike bended b ow,

There crost an aged crone.

The old dame trembled in the cold ,With few rags to defend her

She was as frightful to behold

As King Saul’s witch of Endor.

Forbear,my Lord ,

” the dame did say,

\Vhile Bin k n ey owns an ell

Of this domain,this skull will stay

I ts vengeful tale to tell.

For ages heirs,who came and went

The o ld man and the boy

Have many fruitless efforts Spent

This skull- bone to destroy.

Be calm,my Lord

,and yield to fate

,

N or war with its decrees

That skull was here,on thi s estate

,

Before yon old oak trees .

When all the Bin kn ey’s race are dead,

And strangers hold in trust

Thy lands— O then the skull you dread

Shall crumble into dust.”

Lord Bin kn ey jumped upon his steed,Which paw

’d the verdant ground

O’

er hedge and ditch he tri ed his speed

To catch the hayin g hound

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A n d as he chas’d the b oun din g stag

Adown the winding vale,

He thought upon the shriv ell’d hag,And all her dismal tale.

And as he g allop’

d with his men

His fury did abate,

He v ow’d he never would again

Attempt to war with fate.

A n d to . this day this skull i s found

Beneath the crumbling wall.

And if you ask the people round

Youwill b eliev e it all.

H . Y. J . T.

HETHR E EPL D/VIE N O FfA IN SW ICK .

Ballad, exemplifyin g the long ev ity of the I n hab itan ts

of thatfamous town two hun dredyears ag o .)

H,Painswick is a healthful town ,I t hath a bracing breeze,

Where men by nature’s rules might live

As long as e’er they please.

Before the glass and baneful pipe

Had robbed man of his strength ,And water only was his drink,He liv ’d a greater length.

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Oh , tellme, tel l me, poor old man ,Why you do sob and cry.”

The old man rub b ’d his eyes and said,Feythur

’s bin a b ’yuttin g I .

”

Old man,old man

,you must be mad,

For that can never be.

Your father surely has been dead

At least a century ?”

No,feythur be alive and well,

I wish that he wur dyud,For he ha bin and byut his stick

About my face and yud.

”

The pilgrim pick’d the old man up ,

And walk’d to Painswick town

Oh show me where your father lives

And I will put you down .

And I will tel l the cruel man

S uch things must n o t be do n e ,And I will say how wrong it i s

To beat his aged son .

”

The pilgrim shook a garden gate,

An old man Ope’d the door

H is back was bended like a bow

His white beard swept the floor.

I f Adam he had liv ’d till now

And lengthened out his span,

Then Adam really would have seem’d

Another such a man.

THE THREE OLD MEN O F PA I NSWICK .

The pilgrim fe lt amazed, indeed ,When he beheld his sire

He held a g reat stick in his hand ,His face was flushed with ire .

Old man,old man

,put down your stick

,

Why do you beat your son

I’ll cut the rascal to the quick

I f he does what he’ve done

Why up in yonder apple tree

Gran dfeyther risk’d his bones

And while the old man pick’d the fruit

The rascal dub b ’d with stones. ”

The pilgrim turned his head and saw,

Up in an apple tree,

A v ery ,very aged man

,

The eldest of the three.

The pilgrim was a ho ly man,

Whose hopes were in the sky

He fled— he thought i t was a place

Where men would never die .

H. Y. J . T.

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HE fiA T’

I‘

L E O FfiA IQ EQ S jSR IDG E ,

(GLOUCE S TE R— i

OUSE up, rouse up, old Gloucester, thou city strong

and fair,Ye men who guard the anci ent walls , be strong in fight and

prayer.

Rouse up,rouse up, before the dawn , your city to defend ,

The flo ods are ris ing in the west, Teme, Severn, Leadon

blend

Their waters n ow towards your walls in torrents swift

descend .

Rouse up,rouse up

,old Gloucester

,against the cruel flood

Ofmen “ malignant” from the west, whose deeds are deeds

of blood .

Men from the mountain fastnesses of Wales and Malvern

high,

Rouse for the fight,before ’ti s l ight

,and all your foes defy.

The city heard the summons,and the dreary streets grew

l ight,

Torches and tapers flaming there on faces stem and white,

And women clinging to the men in terror and affright.

Quoth Massey, Shall the foemen come and find us

weeping here ?

Nay &let us rather seek him out, that h is may shed the tear.

Ye women weaken not the men,by prayers such as these

,

Let them stand on the b attle field, while you are on your

kn ees.

THE BATTLE o r BARBER’S BR IDGE .

Show not your love by fondness,men

,there is a better

way

Give all you have for all you love up then unto the fray.

The men then grew together and the women stood apart,

Four hundred men,bo th horse and foot

,all strong and

true of heart

And soon the clatter of horses’ feet and the tramp of armedmen

Passed down the slanting Westgate Street— there was

weeping loud just then

Passed down the street and away from this forth at the

Foreign Gate,And o’er the I slands two that lie to guard us in our strait .

The morning brake all beautiful,with streaks of silver grey

,

The sun rose over Churchdown hi ll just as we marched

away ;So let our darkness turn to light and bring our foes dismay.

The foe lay strong at Tain ton House and at Hig hleaden

Green

We made our way through Lass ington and Tibberton

unseen

Then came to Tain ton Hill, and here lay opposite the foe,But could not tempt him to the fight, n o r could we strike

a blow.

Close lay he now, but closer st il l when laid in Bloody

Ho. ”

Then back again through Tibberton we came and crossed

the brook,And lay in ambush near a house. Meanwhile our Captain

took

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Some hundred men,and rode along as though he n othing

knew

Of dangers clo se at hand that could mo lest his careless

crew.

S o came they near Highleaden Green,five hundred men

there lay,

Who like a swooping eagle sought to make our band their

prey

Go liath k n ew n o t David’s strength and therefore he was

From field to field,from hedge to hedge

,our men with

speed retire,From field to field

,from hedge to hedge

,the foe maintains

his fire .

Quo th Langdale,“ Soon these men must

'

yield, two streams

here j oin in o n e

A narrow space i s all now left where battle can be done.

True,quo th our noble Massey

,an he led us from our

lai r,

Two streams here j oin of l iving men— for battle now

prepare. ”

But Langdale and his troop of horse unwilling were to fight,

Their Spurs were sharper than their swords , and so they

to ok to flight.

The foot stood to it close and hot. Oh ’twas a dreadful

t ime

Men meeting death by sword and fire when life was in its

prime.

THE BATTLE o r BARBER’S BR IDGE .

I n vain the foe resists our arms,we have them front and

flank,And lay them low as mower’s scythe cuts grass rank after

rank.

As when some person great in name goes crowds of men

among,

Our cannon balls make easy way through all the eager

throng.

The musketeers on ei ther hand came close enough for

blows,

Oh what a threshing bout i s there,blood free as water

flows .

Blood here,blood there,

’twas everywhere,my sword clung

to my hand ,Cleave thou to me, I wi ll to thee ,

” I said ,“ thou blasting

brand,

”

Our swords l ike Aaron’s rod devour

,and nothing could

withstand .

O n e would have cleft our Massev through,a tro oper shot

him dead,

O n e raised his sword with dire intent, a shot tore off hi s

head

Quick like a stream came bubbl ing up the blood all hot

and red .

Our Captain was a mark for one whose pistol missed

its aim ;

The bullet laid his charger low— this did our men inflame,

Death hung upon their eager strokes the victory to claim .

Now,l ike as oxen stain a stream that runs through ruddy

clay,

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A group in Leadon water stood, l ike lions brought to bay,

The blood- red stream increased their fire, they suffered no

dismay.

G ive in &give in quoth Massey,

“ I like a wo rthy foe

Shall all the cowards save their lives and heroes feel the

blow

Give in give in these doughty lads shall now in safety

g o .

”

Then said they all wi th one accord,We then will follow

thee

Our leaders show the way to fight,but thouto victo ry.

Together we buried the s ilent dead upon that summer’s

eve,

Together we marched and nothing said , for all had cause

to grieve.

I n s ilence came we to the town, weary and worn and sad,A saddened j oy was in our hearts , although we victory had.

How different the even - song to that of early mo rn

The women now were j ubilant, but then were all forlorn .

But soon we all had cause for j oy,for those who with us

came

We found were Gloucester men who had gone forth in

Charles’s name.

Their wives and little ones came forth from misery and

shame

Ah &there was quiet j oy that night in homes unkn own to '

The muster roll was counted o’er,some twenty we had lost

,

The b attle to our en emy three hundred men had cost

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THE MA P\KE T pP\O S S .

O worthies, evidently tillers of the soil, were wendin g

eir way across the E arl Bathurst’s park at Ciren

cester, an d when near the Woodhouse saw a gentleman

inten tly looking at the old Market Cross , removed there

during the present century. I t proved to be a clergyman

of whom they knew a little, an d stopped to ask“ the time

THE MARKET CROSS.

0’day.” Asking the age of the reli c of an tiquity b efore

them,the commun icative clerg yman gave them his op in ion

an d told them facts in con n ection with the c ivilwar,when

i t stood in the Market Place of the town .

The destin ation of the two was the village of Coates, an d

at Tunn el House ” th y detailed the wonderful tale the

clergyman had been telling them, much to the amusemen t

of a Cisseterman who helped to “draw them out” in their

recital to a wondering audience.

They commenced their talk with referen ce to the

Bathurst Family,giv ing their opinion s, an d a run n ing

commentary on the notions expressed b y tho se present.

Giles.— I bain t n o scollard, but I heerd my feyther zay,he wur n i’ aityyeerwhen he died, thet he kn aw

’d a deal

ab out th’ old Yarls. He kn ow’d th’ old Yarl wen he wur’lected fur th’ town d about 1 780 or 20 . A n ’pretty g eams

thur wur a gwain an . H e wur the feythur of the Yarln ow

livin’,an’my feythur zed as how he walked in to town d to

zee th’owld g en ulmun l ie in State wen he wur ded, an’

wen t droo th’ beg geats in th’ town d up ta b eg house an’

walked droo th’rooms . My feyther tell’d I thet he kn aw’d

th’ day he wur berri ed,vor he wur at Meyster Rob b ut

Newcomb ’s thet da a deliv erin earn , an’ they shet offwork

an’ s tood outs ide wi’ a girt beg dog he hed,n eamed

“ H ector.” Tak about a dog—Meyster Rob b ut, wen he

zets down at our club,Whitsun time

,he’ll zeng about

George Riddler an’his dog. I wur a zayin ’,my feyther

zed twur a vine v un eral, an’th '

crown d wur carri ed on a

red cushin av oor th’ coffin. This wur in 1 834. I wur in

town d wen the old Yarl wur b erried in 1 86 6,an

’v oks ded

zay he wur good to th’poor, an’th

’town ds vok put up

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thur shutters an’v ollered he to th’grave in th’churchyard .

An’ n ow I zay— Long life to th’ old Yarl as drows oopen

hees b eg park fur th’accommodashun o v town d and

country volk. Do ’e knaw

,I saac

,who twur a lookin

’

at

th’ old Markut Cross at th

’Woodhouse ? I f I tell’

d ye,

I saac,i t twern ’t Passun Puddin , shed ye kn aw enuf who

twer

I saac.- A y put

’im in th’ oven instead uh th’ pot .

Giles ' —Ded ye know av oor thet th’ Ciz z eter peeple

grabbed zum Yarls,trid um weout juge or jury, chopped ofl

'

thur heds,stuck um an sticks

,an’ took um up to Lun n un

an’ show’d um to th ’ people on Tempul Bar ?

I saac.— I didn’t knaw av oor th

’

passun zed z o .

Giles.—Th

’ old Ciz z eter volk seem’d cantankerous an’

fout l ike Kilkenny cats . Belike th’Rooman Catholics zet

um an, vor wen tha Chopped th’v itin g Yarls

’heds off tha

drapped in luck’s way.

I saac—Passun zed tha hed summut gied urn to get

merree wi’.

Giles.— A y; old cock- a- lorum

,vor th’ king send um ivry

year two o v hees beg barrels o v&

wine vrom B ri stol b ywag g in , an

’

th’wimmin as much venson as tha’ wanted.

Tha hed jo lly times uh catin’ and a drin kin’ along wi' the

j olly old v riers,an’ zung thur z o n g s, an

’wur nation merry,

vor thur wur no bobbies about then to turn um out as zoon

as town d clock hit ten .

E arls of S urrey a n d S alisbury .

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Not what I told them chaps as come up here from Chel

tenham town

A axing lots of questions and a writing of it down

A doctor ” and a parson,and another gent I knows,

Leastways I knows his father,as I’ve reason to suppose,

Pon he given me seven days in quod, for nothing as y ou

may say,

Only being drunk on a Saturday night and ’saultin g

Pleeseman Day.

*

Well, you knows the fourteen acre ground and the tump

as used to be there,

’Twas nout but a heap of stones aswas throwed promiscu

ous- l ike in the air,

For I m inds when the field was first ploughed up,and how

we gathered the stones

So when they comes a axing I,i f I’d found in i t any old

bones,

Or kwin es‘

l‘ or brass fardens

,or such like

,or anything out

of the way,

I were stummered l ike just at first,and were just a going

to say

I hadn't found nothin g at all,when I thought of a bit of a

lie

S o I told ’em I’d got all they ax’d for, an d had putten

’em

carefully by,

Serg ean t Day, a. well-kn own ac tiv e officer of the Chelten ham policeforce . This is a co n v in cin g proof of the truthful character an d min ute

accuracy or the whole statemen t .

1’ Kwin es for Conan —Our frien d’s orthography is a little un certain .

THE FOXCOTE F IND.

To home in my cottage at Foxcote, an d if they’d come up

the n ext day

I’d show ’em the bones and the kwin es, an d tell’em exact

where they lay.

So I gets.

me a lot of old kwin es that the childer has often

times found ,And the ploughwill turn up by the score when they breaks

up a piece of new ground,And some half- a- score of old bones as I got for a pint of

F rom old Joe Smithers, the sexton , down by the church

yard here

And a piece of a broken pot as I’d throw’d at my missus’s

head

When she were a ag g rawatin g about the drink as she said ;And I puts ’em out in the garden , and covers em up from

the rain,

And waits t il l these ’ere gents should be looking in again.

The first as come was “ the doctor,

” and he looked so

mortal wise,

Thinks I , he is sure to find out as I’m telling on him lies

But Lord when he seed the bones he took to ’em just as

kind

As they’d been his own grandfather’s as he’d kn own time

out of mind

A n d he said ’twere a n an cien t Briton as somebody had

drew’d

And after they’d taken his pictur the Romans had had him

slew’d.

My worthy n eighb our has ev iden tly misun derstood the ob serv ation of

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But I kn ow’d better than that, for old Joe Smithers said

Them bones was the bones of a woman as hadn ’t died in

her bed

For she’d been crossed in love, and drown ded herself in a

pond,

And that’s why shewerdn ’t buried in cussicrated ground.

Then I gives the kwin es to the parson and tells him how

they was lain

Along with the bones in the tump,as he said they ought

to ha’been

And give the young n uthe pot, which I didn’t say nothing

about,For he looked so

'

grumpy and sly,I were fear’d he’d ha’

found me out.

So they gives me a crown apiece,and I thanks ’em for

favours past,

And I drinks to their healths,and hopes as this ’umwon’t

be the last

For I knows of another field with a main big tump of

stones ,But I says nothing on it as yet

,for I hav n ’t got no more

bones

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the learn ed doctor. The latter, kn owin g that a skeleto n foun d in a tumpmust b e that ofa Druid, the hig h priest of a pa an an d ido latrous superstition formerly prev ailin g in our n ew en lig hten e lan d, at o n ce pro n oun cedthat the b o n es exhib ited to him were what they oug ht to hav e b een , which isthe same thin g as if they had b een so .

P . P Clerk of the Parish .

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GLOUCESTERSH IRE D IALECT.

Dent, an in den tation .

Desperd, b eyondmeasure.

D ismal,an ev il in excess.

Doff,to tahe of clothin g .

Dollop,a lump.

Don , to put on .

Dout , to exting uish a lig htD rink

,used as a termfor

b eer.

Dunch , dunny, deaj IDyn t,the impresston madeby a heavy b low.

F .

Faggot, a word applied inderog ation to an old

woman .

Fall —ofthe year, AutumnFlat

,a common termfor a

low,con cav e sn iyace in

Flump , applied to a heav yfall.Frum

,full, abundan t.

G.

Gamut, sport.Glowr, to staremoodily, orwith an an g ry aspect.

Glum ,glump,g loomy,

dis

Grounds , common ly used

forfields.

Grouts , Grits , oatmeal;

Gully,.

a deep,

n arrowrav in e.

Gumption , spirit, sen se,

guzch observ ation .

H .

Hames,plural Harn es- es,

the wooden supfiorts toa horse- collar in teams.

Handy,n ear, con v en ien t.

Hank,a shein ofany kin d

of thread.

Hatch,a door which on ly

halffills the doorway.

Haulm,dead stalhs.

Heft,weig ht, burden .

Hig h st, to uplift, to hoist.Housen,plural of house.Hox

,to cut in an un

seemly man n er.

I .

In n ards the in testin es.

J .

Jarl (pron oun ced Yarl),the title E arl.

J omettry, .

}poheit of any

thing sef-supported in

an un hn own man n er.

Jowl,the j aw~b on e.

Junkets,sweetmeats.

K.

Kallen g e, challeng e.Kind

, firomz'

sing well,prosfierous, health .

L.

Larrop, to b eat, to dog .

Leech,a cow doctor.

Leer,empty , hung ry.

Leese,to lean corn .

Limp,fla b flexib le.

Lissome, activ e, n imb le.

GLOSSARY.

Loath,un willin g .

Lop, to cut g rowin g wood

Lug,a measure of lan d.

Lusty,stron g ,infullhealth

Mammock,ashred,a tatter

Miche,Mych e , Mooch e ,

to i dle, to play truan t;

Mind,to rememb er.

’Mire,to won der,to admireMortal, excessiv ely ,

extre

Mothering- Sunday,Mid

L en t S un day .

Mound,afen ce,a b on n dary

Mun,prob ab ly man .

N aron,n on e.

Nation,v ery .

Nesh,weak

,ten der.

Nun cheon, J un e/teen .

0 .

Odds,di eren ce.

Oont or Woon t, the mole.

P

Paunch, to disemb owel

g ame.

Pelt , to th away . FullPelt

,to run with speed.

Piddle, to trifle, to do lig h tworh .

Pi ll,pool caused by j un c

tion of two streams.

Pi tch, tofall down or cast

Plim , to swell with mois

Pollards or Polts, a mixedcrop ofpeas an d b ean s.

Prong,a larg e hayforl

Pure,in g ood health

,or

with g ood success.

Purl,to throwwith v io len ce

Q.

Quar,a ston e quarry .

Quarrel,a square pan e of

Quick,Quickset

, youn gwhite thorn for hedg es.

R.

Ramshackle,to mov e

,with

n oise,in a loose

,dis

j oin ted man n er.

Rassle, to run at the roots.

Retch,to strain b eforesich

Rime,hour-frost.

Rince,rince out

,to clean se.

Rongs , steps in a ladder.

Rounds,

a n accustomed

circuit.'

Rurn ple, to discomposelin en .

Rusty,Reasty

, spol'

en (yran cid b acon .

S .

Scrub,shrub .

S hard,a b reach in afen ce.

Shore up , to prop withtimb er.

Shot,Shot of

, to b e rid of:Skilling

,a cow shed.

S in confused

GLOUCESTERSH IRE D IALECT.

Slam, to b eat , to shut the

door with v iolen ce.

Slammerkin, a slut.

S lick,slippery .

Sliver,a slice.

Smack,a b low with the

open han d,audib le hiss.

Snite,to b low the n ose .

Snoul,a lump.

Snuggle , to lie close to

g et/z

So l id,steady ,

con tin uous

fireg ress.

Spit, a shade.

Sprack,liv ely .

S preathe,to hav e face or

han ds roug hen ed byfrost.Spurtle

,to sprin hle.

S quish Quash , walhin gthroug h mud, &e c.

Squat,to sit, as a hare.

Stank,a pool.

S traig h tways,immediatelySwop

,to exchan g e.

T

Tack, g raz in g for cattle.

Tallut, hayloft.Teem

,to empty .

Teg,a lamb

,on eyear old.

Th eav e,ewe in secon dyear

Thic,this, that.

Thiller,Tiller

,shaft horse

Tump , earth thrown up.

Tun,partofchimn ey ab ov e

Twissle, to turn ab out

Y.

YOppin g ,Yoppetin g , a dogin full cry afterg ame.

2.

Zog, to soah .

Zwathe, g rass when firstmowed

,an d in rows.

C. H. SAVORY, STEAM PRESS, C IRENCESTER.

U .

Un kard,Un ket,un kn own ,

un couth,lon ely .

V.

Ven tersome,heed/ess.

W.

Wag,Waggle

,to mov e.

Wallop,to b eat.

Wap, to b eat,Wopper, un usual siz e, asb ein g ab le to b eat.

Warn d,to assure

,mahe

Wet, sub stan tiv e for rain .

Whale,a stripe.

Whimper,to cry .

Winder,a win dow.

Wizen, to witherwith ag e

or disease.

Wonderment,won derful.

Wordled, the Cotswold

firon un ciation of world.

Worsen,to mahe worse.

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