A Lincolnshire Lad - A Bad Mantle (Linkisheer Dialect) Poem by Christopher Tye

A Lincolnshire Lad - A Bad Mantle (Linkisheer Dialect)

Git ‘in high uup in der wowd wonst,
A reight kelchin git sodden doown too undernean clothes,
A reight piece of timming to be out on a mantle,
Splawder amougsst squad till I waas a skelled,
Squad all'en over affter unepen landding w'th a cluft owdachehs,
Hopple thy tongue I dedes say'ath w'th fullock,
Bloomm'ing gawstering and hossacking gorming yockels sea'ed.

By Christopher Tye