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English Dialects From the Eighth Century to the Present Day

CHAPTER XII
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The walls were plaister'd with dirt, and a stee, with hardly a rung, was rear'd into a loft.

Araund the woman her lile ans sprawl'd on the hearth, some whiting speals, some snottering and crying, and ya ruddy-cheek'd lad threw on a bullen to make a loww, for its mother to find her loup.

By this sweal I beheld this family's poverty.
Notes .-- _Sennet_, seven nights, week; _seun_, seven; _lownd_, still, calm; _murgeon_, rubbish earth cut up and thrown aside in order to get peat; _windraw_, heap of dug earth; _ling_, kind of heather; _skirling hullet_, shrieking owlet; _herrensue_, young heron; _miredrum_, bittern; _blead storkened_, blood congealed; _neet_, night; _poak_, bag; _yance_, once; _seck_, sack, i.e.contents of this sack; _elding_, fuel; _steal_, stool; _brandreth_, iron frame over the fire; _seaty_, sooty; _rattencreak_, potcrook, pothook; _randletree_, a beam from which the pothook hangs; _stee_, ladder; _loft_, upper room; _lile ans_, little ones; _whiting speals_, whittling small sticks; _snottering_, sobbing; _ya_, one; _bullen_, hempstalk; _loww_, flame; _loup_, loop, stitch in knitting; _sweal_, blaze.
MIDLAND (Group I): LINCOLN.
I here give a few quotations from the Glossary of Words used in the Wapentakes of Manley and Corringham, Lincolnshire, by E.Peacock, F.S.A.; 2nd ed., E.D.S., 1889.

The illustrative sentences are very characteristic.
_Beal_, to bellow .-- Th' bairn be{a}led oot that bad, I was cl{e}an scar'd, but it was at noht bud a battle-twig 'at hed crohl{e}d up'n hisairm.

(_Battle-twig_, earwig; _airm_, arm.) _Cart, to get into_, to get into a bad temper .-- Na, noo, thoo ne{a}dn't get into th' cart, for I we{a}n't draw thee.
_Cauf_, a calf, silly fellow .-- A gentleman was enlarging to a Winterton lad on the virtues of Spanish juice [liquorice water].
"Ah,then, ye'll ha' been to th' mines, whe{a}re thaay gets it," the boy exclaimed; whereupon the mother broke in with--"A gre{a}t cauf! Duz he think 'at thaay dig it oot o' th' grund, sa{a}me as thaay do sugar ?" _Chess_, a tier .-- I've been tell'd that e' plaaces whe{a}re thaay graw silk-worms, thaay ke{a}ps 'em on traays, chess aboon chess, like cheney i' a cupboard.


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