I leyke the king, I leyke the state, An' on their foes, baith soon and late, But may nae frien' o' mine, by cheats, To barter a' a Briton's reeghts, For nonsense an' a guinea, Wi' Keyte this day. But here's a row worth a' the rest, An' heevy-skeevy, fire an' flame, A sodger, wid a wooden leg, A keynd o' snafflin' noddy, Pell-mell this day. Had begg'd a bure, her neame was Meg, The sodger band leyke thunder, As tho' he ne'er wad sunder Frae her that day. Then up ruose Cæsar in a wrath, An' down the warrior tumel'd Lang streek'd that day. Now sprawlin' on the brade o's back, Wi' rage the vet'ran ranted, An' roun' laid monny a loundrin' whack, But aye effect they wanted, For as they keepd ayond his reach His bats fell fause not fairly, Wheylst they kept batt'ring him en breach, Which vext the wight reeght sairly, Wate weel that day. Roun' on his bum, his central bit, As on a pivot wheelin', The hero whurl'd him wi' his fit, An' leyfe this day. Now a' seems outrage owr the hill, The watchword's blown,-be kill'd or kill; Wheyle we've hale beanes for carrying, Sae lang this day. END OF JOHN STAGG'S POEMS. T'S hey for th' lads of our town eyne! IT'S I trow they're like nea ither,— Theer' Wulliam Brough, an' Jwoney Heyne, An' Kursty' Kit for anither; Theer' Geordy Waugh, a teeran haund At berry'an bigg or shearan; But Ritson' Joe can cap them aw For jinkan an' careeran. *The following piece, taken from Jollie's "Sketch of Cumberland Manners and Customs," 8vo., Carlisle, 1811, was written by Mr. Mark Lonsdale, and intended by him to have been published in Hutchinson's "History of Cumberland," but it arrived too late for insertion. It gives a true and natural description of the manners of the district of which it treats; it is a plain “unvarnished story," but on that account preferable, as affording a specimen of the humour and customs of the Cumberland peasantry which, in this "age of refinement,” are fast going to decay, though the same general characteristics are yet extant. Information is the first object of the poem, and next to that, entertainment, but without attempting to gratify either the antiquarian or the satirist; for the virtues, foibles, merits, and eccentricities of men and things are as Thur Worton lads an' twea' three mair- Yea Sunday mworn, i' Bell' backseyde, But fand it cauld to stawn i'th' fauld, "That barn,” says Heyne, "i' Palmer' toft "O' Brammery we may leyte, mun.’ "Wa' shittle cum shaugh!" quo' Gwordy Waugh, 66 'A Stegg to fiddle as teyte, mun.” freely and, it is hoped, as harmlessly introduced as if the relator were sitting by a Cumberland fireside, where every neighbour has his story and his laugh in turn. Jollie, the editor, accuses Anderson, the Cumbrian Bard, of borrowing in a clandestine manner many of his best characters and ideas from this piece. This free sketch, ad vivium, of a Cumberland Upshot, taken about the year 1780, and descriptive of the manners and dialect of Great Orton, a village four miles west of Carlisle, is intended to form the ground of the picture; hence the images and phraseology made use of are not to be considered as general throughout the country, for a number of local variations may be met with in different neighbourhoods, which the curious observer will scarcely be able to reconcile with each other, and some of which are exemplified in the course of the Poem. |