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The Gaffer Remembers with his Nose

The smell of wormwood takes me back a bit, For in July an’ Augus’ years ago I used to see

On the Shore

Come an’ sit yerselves down, all you childher While I throw some more bons on the fire – An’ I’ll

On Tynwald Fair Day

Eighty-five I’ll be me nex’ birthday, Ay! – Eighty-five nex’ Tynwal’ Fair Day. I remember when I was a li’l

My! My!

Ay! theer’s me on me way to the churchyard With the daffodils gripped in me han’; An’ me cough had

The Seven Kingdoms

“Have you ever seen seven kingdoms all in one day?” “Seven kingdoms?” says you, “Aw – get away!” “It’s true

Chibber-y-Wurra Water

My Mother lying weak and spent Cried out to me her daughter — “O for a drink of Mary’s Well,

The West Wind

Whither away, little journeying west wind? Why do you laugh as you skip down the hill? Linger awhile, for the

The Touch

We who have heard the fairies’ laughter peeling Through dim-lit hollows in the lonely hills, Have seen pale shadows through

Kathleen Faragher’s Manx Words & Dialect Words

I really enjoy Kathleen Faragher’s work and have compiled this list of Manx words and Manx dialect words from 6

August on the Hills

A li’l breeze stroog-stroogs through the bracken As a bird from the gill theer takes wing, An’ the hills is

Angel of the Woods

She walks, white-gowned, amid the glades of fir Hushed by the music of the breeze among The fretted leaves, one

A Fairy Greeting

“Themselves” upon the mountains. “Themselves” that haunt the plain, That sparkle through the fountains And laugh among the rain. Greeting!

Sunbeams

Look my belovèd at the waving grass, forest and field, and garden herbage mute; bow to the winds and let

In the Owl Days

“It’s a long time ago now,” says Kirry; “Aw ay, chile – a long time ago, When I wasn’ much

The Things that Endure

Our land has fallen from her age of pride And put her old divinity aside; She is not now as

To a Manx Kitten

Thou little tailless cat with coat of jet, Whose amber eyes with ecstatic dew are wet, As on my lap

In the Country

“An’ what do you fin’, Mrs Cottier, To do in the counthry?” says she With an edge on her vice

On William Cashen

This poem is about Manx Folklorist William Cashen who was custodian/guardian of Peel Castle and who died whilst on duty

Oh! Lament for the Days!

Oh! lament for the days that are past and gone, When the sun of glory bright, On the fairest Isle

A Blessing on Ellan Vannin …

…from a Scottish Gael. Ellan Vannin, bannaght ort – Er dagh ooilley thie as cooyrt, Er dagh ooilley fer as

Lament of the Old Horse’s Ghost

Ye horses all, who may pass by This spot where rest my bones, Behold my head, which once was high,

A Mother’s Lament

They’ve took me li’l boy – me li’l Johnny – What for did they take a li’l chile? When the

Li’l Billy

Have yer seen our li’l Billy, Miss Cannan? Aw! I’ll bet the young dirt’s on the shore With his bes’

The Chilhder

Yis! I was sayin’ to Mrs Crowe theer this mornin’, That things isn’ a bit what they were; For in

A Vision of the King

I heard a voice that called me to the mountains Last night when darkness dropped across the sea, And crimson

Calling of the Name

I was down alone in the Moaney, Nobody else was near, When my name was goin’ a’callin’ Low an’ sof

The Wonderful Spinning

First it’s story… Above the entrance to Glen Roy, the West side of the Laxey valley is seamed with a

From the Cregneish Poet

Time will change the fairest flower, Time will change the gayest bower, Time will waste the giant oak, Time will

The Anniversary

I’m near wore to a shadder, Miss Quilliam, Gerrin’ all them wans off yestiddy, Dhressed up in theer bes’, nate

In Glen Aldyn

Fairies? They’re in Glen Aldyn still Whatever you may say; I’ve seen them over by the mill, I’ve met them