Happy Yorkshire Day!
On the 1st of August we celebrate Yorkshire Day, which is an opportunity for me to share another poem by local dialect poet, Thomas Blackah.
Come Don Thi Bonnet An Shawl
Come don on thi’ bonnet an’ shawl,
An’ streighten thi’ cap an’ thi’ hair,
Ah’s really beginnin to stawl,
Ta see the’ sit dazzin i’t chair.
Seaa come let us tak’ a walk oot,
For t’air is as warm as a bee;
Ah hennot a morsel o’ doot
It’ll help beeath lile Willy an’ thee.
We’ll gan reet throo t’ Middle Toon,
As far as ta Reeavensgill heead;
When thar, we can sit wersens doon,
On’t craggs cloase a’t side a’t becksteead.
An’ then, oh! hoo grand it’ll be,
To pass a few mintues away;
An’ lissen t’ birds sing on each tree,
Their carols for clooasing the day.
An’ all aboot t’green nobby hills,
T’lile daisies their beauties will show;
An’ t’ perfume ‘at Flora distils,
Like breath o’ the mornin will flow.
Then don on the’ bonnet an’ shawl,
An’ come let’s be walkin away;
Ah’s fairly beginnin to stawl,
To see the’ sit dazzin all t’day.
Written by Thomas Blackah (1828-1895)
