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Ode to t' Mooin
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Joseph Henry Eccles


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     I like to see thy quaint owd face
        Lewk softly daan on me,
     E'en though I ne'er could find thy nose
        Nor catch thy watchful ee.

     Full monny times I've seen thee rise,
        When busy day were done,
     When daan behint t' owd maantain tops
        Had passed t' breet evenin' sun.

     I like to see thee when sweet spring
        Cooms back to hill an' vale;
     When odours rise through t' hawthorn bush,
        An' float on t' evenin' gale.

     When lovers walk on t' primrose benks,
        An' whisper soft an' low;
     Dreamin' just same as me an' t' wife
        Did monny years ago.

     I like to see thee when t' June rose
        Is wet wi' fallin' dew,
     When t' nightingale maks t' owd woods ring
        Wi' music fresh an' new

     When fairies dance on t' top o' t' flaars
        An' roam through t' pleasant dells,
     Like monarchs i' their marble halls,
        I' t' lilies' virgin bells.

     I like to see thee when t' ripe corn
        Is wavin' to an' fro;
     When t' squirril goes a-seekin' nuts
        An' jumps thro' bough to bough.

     When t' purple heather covers t' hills,
        An' t' hunters, tired and worn,
     Back through the fairy-haunted glens
        Unto their homes return.

     I like to see thee when all raand
        Is white wi' drivven snow,
     When t' streams are stopp'd by owd Jack Frost
        An' foaks slip as they go.

     I like to see thee all t' year raand,
        When t' sky is fair an' breet,
     An' allus hail wi' fond delight
        The noble queen o' t' neet.

     I used to think at I could reach
        Up to thy face wi' ease,
     If I had but a big long stick;
        For tha were but green cheese.

     But naa I've got far different thowts,

       
An' learnt to understand
     At tha art one o' t' wondrous works
        Formed by t' gert Maker's hand.
 

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Joseph Henry Eccles (1824 - 1883) was known as the "Yorkshire Laureate" and the "Yorkshire Burns." Born in Ripponden, in West Yorkshire, England, he eventually moved to the town of Leeds and wrote a book called Yorkshire Songs. Though he is best known for his dialect works that focused on "cottage life" and the day to day emotions and activities of the working class, Joseph also wrote a number of songs and was a regular contributor to popular periodicals of his time.


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Mary Lou Taylor:
We've visited York with its magnificent cathedral, its railroad museum, and the museum that gave me the idea for my new book about flight. Only a few people spoke the Yorkshire accent, and not as much as our poem today. But it is a delight. Fun to try the dialect.
Posted 09/25/2015 01:49 PM
barbsteff:
I can read it "aloud" in my head, and for the most part, get it. Clever.
Posted 09/25/2015 10:38 AM
Sondy Squirrelly:
Ah, my favorite kind of literature when a local dialect is penned. Thanks 'Your Daily Poem'.
Posted 09/25/2015 08:33 AM
KevinArnold:
As already commented, "The ScottishLanguage" is difficult to reproduce. Intersting.
Posted 09/25/2015 08:03 AM
paradea:
Tis fun ta raed alowd an' try to doe it raht
Posted 09/25/2015 07:37 AM
rhonasheridan:
Well! I actually come from Lancashire - but the language is much the same. - but I still had difficulty - even out loud. Despite all that I loved it. The Scottish language still has me foxed!
Posted 09/25/2015 07:34 AM
Laurenepersons:
This must be read aloud to hear the beAutiful words and lilt.
Posted 09/25/2015 07:05 AM


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