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Lancashire Rhymes, &c.

One year's seeding makes seven years' weeding.

If you see a pin and let it lie,

You'll need a pin before you die.

You're a long time out of your money if you take me for a flat [foolish person].

I'm nod gooin to a fair to buy thee for a foo [fool]; if ah doo, ah shall wear [spend] my brass [money] badly.




SIMILES.

Just tak' th' chill off it [ale].

Aw're us't that aw could ha' swallut it iv it had bin as cowd as snowbo's; bo' mi clock-wark's gettin like owd Gimp's cart-shaft—rayther temporary.

As hee's th' Teawer o' Babel, an' a breek or two o' th' top on 't.

Aw'm thawin' neaw, like a snowbo' on a top-bar.

Aw've no moor use for a penknife nor Queen Victorey has for a yeld-hook [heald-hook].

A foowt-bo' 'ut'll beawnce like a yung widow at a club-dinner.

He doanc't abeawt th' floor like a scopperill.

As toof as Jone o' Buckler's barn-beef.

As still as a mile-stone.

"Every mon to his likin, but no moor o' yor stew for me," as Holloper said when he fund th' ratton-bwones in his lobscouse.

"Neaw for summat fresh," as Adam o' Rappers said when he roll't off th' kitchen slate into th' midden-hole.