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قراءة كتاب Cornish Catches, and Other Verses
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اللغة: English
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beard on his chin.
He allays takes the rhubarb prize At the Flower Show every year; An' if 'ee mind to order it He'll get 'ee Bottled Beer; (Though some as don't agree with that) Besides it's rather dear.
Two different kinds of lard he sells, But awnly one of tay; An' he've a yaller oilskin coat He hopes to sell some day, But the awnly man it might have fit Was drownded out to say.
His matches hang in a cabbage net, An' his onions hang in strings; An' allays at the Church Bazaar He sells the Hooplar rings; An' if us get a concert up An' there's no one else, he sings.
So be you'm seekin' clever men, Come down along o' we; We'll show 'ee John Pengelly then Behind his grocery; An' when you taste his peppermints, Sure 'nuff, tis mazed you'll be.
EDDICATION
Feyther sez as "Larnin' be the proper trade for boys," An' so us have to go to school, an' dursn't make a noise, But jest sits on a form an' hears what schoolmaister do say, An' all the time we'm thinkin' how the boats go in the bay.
There's different kinds o' larnin', an' there's some I can't abide, They'm worse than swimmin' round the Main at ebbin' o' the tide. I likes the tales o' travels an' at readin' do be praised, An' I'm dacent doin' Adders, but Goseinters send me mazed.
The Bible stories baint so bad excep' the fat head calf, An' when schoolmaister tells of 'ee I allays wants to laugh; Our Kitty likes the donkeys as was found by Sunno Kish, But I likes best the tale about Ole Peter an' the fish.
Schoolmaister knaws a mort o' things as baint a bit o' use; I've heered un tell the biggest boys about high potty mews; But if he had to earn his bread, the same as feyther do, I count he'd soon belong to know it wasn' much he knew.
One day he gave a sum about a herrin' an' a half, An' sez as how the boys was rude when they began to laugh; He must a been a bufflehead to think as people bought Half herrins, when we'm bringin' 'em by thousans into port.
I'm allays sittin' thinkin' when he'm talkin' to the board, About the many things there be a boy can larn aboard; There's sheets to haul an' gear to staw an' reefs to take an' tie, An' wind to watch acomin' in the corner of your eye.
Now if they larned us some o' these, or how to bend a hook, 'Twould be a darned sight usefuller than rubbige in a book; But what's the good o' larnin' how to hold a scriggley pen, An' spell a lot of orkard words, an' say to ten times ten?
'Tis little use to grumble when 'ee have to keep the rules, An' jest so long as there be boys, I count there must be schools; An' tho' they'm good for larnin' if 'ee awnly knaws the way, I'd sooner be a whifflin' arter mack'rel in the bay.
JENNY
When Jenny goes a milkin' in the dewy time o' morn I allays be contrivin' to be callin' at the farm, For her cheeks be red as roses an' her hair like rippled corn, An' I be fairly mazed to kiss the dimple on her arm.
Jenny, Jenny, won't 'ee let me love 'ee? You'm brighter far than any star That's shinin' up above 'ee. Sartin sure, you make me mazed, Iss, me deear, a whist an' crazed; Jenny, Jenny, won't 'ee let me love 'ee?
When Jenny goes to Fairin' with blue ribbons in her hair, I count the Queen of England never looks a half as sweet, An' when she'm in the Country dance no other maids be there, For I never stops a glazin' at the twinkle of her feet.
Jenny, Jenny, won't 'ee let me love 'ee? Aw——But!!!
When Jenny goes to Mittin' House dressed in her Sunday clo'es She looks so like a hangell in her little pew apart, That when I try to sing the hymns my throttle seems to close, An' I cussn't hear the sermon for the beatin' of my heart.
Jenny, Jenny, won't 'ee let me love 'ee? You'm brighter far than any star That's shinin' up above 'ee; Sartin sure, you make me mazed, Iss, me deear, a whisht an' crazed; Jenny, Jenny, won't 'ee let me love 'ee?
IN THE KITTEREEN
(Kittereen: Cornish for a covered cart).
Jenny an' me in the Kittereen Drove to Callington Fair; There wasn' much more than a foot between Jenny an' me in the Kittereen For both of us was just thirteen, An' of course us didn' care.
Jenny an' me in the Kittereen Drove from Callington Fair; There wasn' much more than an inch between Jenny an' me in the Kittereen For both of us was just fifteen With a packet of pops to share.
Jenny an' me in the Kittereen Drove to Callington Fair; There wasn' much less than a yard between Jenny an' me in the Kittereen For both of us was just seventeen An' both knew the other was there.
Jenny an' me in the Kittereen Drove from