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 …
poetry
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Water is round about us from our birth, Our heritage a strip of windy land Among wild seas; a word of misty earth Ringed round with blowing spray and dim, …
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I met a brown rabbit Today on the dunes When the curlews were piping Their queer, lonely tunes. He sat on his haunches As I came along, And watched while …
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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 …
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A nicer ol’ body is like yer’ll not see From the cronk to the claddagh, till Peggy My Chree! Wis eggs an’ some honey she’ll come if yer bad, An’ …
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To the Isle – to the fairy isle over the seas, Where spangles are bright on its musical breeze; Where the skies they are dappled with shadows that gleam, And …
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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 …
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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; …