Kathleen Faragher

Ay! the farmhouse is shuttered an’ empty, An’ the wans that lived theer is all gone; No smook from the chimley goes curlin’, For the days o’ that li’l crof’…

My! My! But yer git some surprises! I was fair took aback, Mrs Gale! Theer’s me born an’ bred on the sod here – From the Lhen way we come…

Is it yerself tha’s theer, Betsy? Lif’ up the latch wumman – an’ come in. Shut the dhure quick – for the fire’s smookin’ with the eas’ win’ An’ I’m…

Eighty-five I’ll be me nex’ birthday, Ay! – Eighty-five nex’ Tynwal’ Fair Day. I remember when I was a li’l wan How the neighbours was used to say Warra glister…

Ay! theer’s me on me way to the churchyard With the daffodils gripped in me han’; An’ me cough had all gone, an’ me ailments, Now the sunshine had come;…

Whither away, little journeying west wind? Why do you laugh as you skip down the hill? Linger awhile, for the day is but young yet Tell us your story, west…

I really enjoy Kathleen Faragher’s work and have compiled this list of Manx words and Manx dialect words from 6 of her books. across – on the mainland aigh vie…

A li’l breeze stroog-stroogs through the bracken As a bird from the gill theer takes wing, An’ the hills is all purple an’ lovely; Ay! fair shinin’ with heather an’…