A Glossary of Words Used in South-west Lincolnshire: (Wapentake of Graffoe). |
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A Glossary of Words Used in South-West Lincolnshire: Wapentake of Graffoe ... Robert Eden George Cole No preview available - 2018 |
A Glossary of Words Used in South-West Lincolnshire: Wapentake of Graffoe ... Robert Eden George Cole No preview available - 2017 |
Common terms and phrases
agen Almondbury Au'll bairn better birds bread Busk Cambridge child childer Church cloth common commonly corn deal door doubt dyke English Dialect English Dialect Dictionary expression Farnley formerly gate Glossary gooid gotten gret Hall Halliwell says heard herses Holmfirth Honley horse Huddersfield Icel Johnny Ringo knops land Lane-Ends lass Lepton Lincoln Lincolnshire look Manchester means Meltham mester milk mysen never no-but nowt occurs Parv past participle past tense Pembrokeshire perhaps person phrase piece plough procured pronounced pronunciation reckon reiet road Robin Hood round scrat seems sense sheep Skellingthorpe Skinner gives sometimes sound spelling spelt stone strange syllables thee There's thing thruff Towneley Mysteries Trübner usitatissima verb vox agro Linc Wapentake weshing woman wood word Yorkshire
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Page 46 - And the Gileadites took the passages of Jordan before the Ephraimites : and it was so, that when those Ephraimites which were escaped said, Let me go over ; that the men of Gilead said unto him, Art thou an Ephraimite ? If he said, Nay ; then said they unto him, Say now Shibboleth : and he said Sibboleth : for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him, and slew him at the passages of Jordan : and there fell at that time of the Ephraimites forty and two thousand.
Page 2 - I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray's silver star, Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war, That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero bound for battle-strife, Or bard of martial lay, 'Twere worth ten years of peaceful life, One glance at their array ! XVI.
Page 70 - Three bowls made after the fashion of almonds in one branch, a knop and a flower ; and three bowls made like almonds in another branch, a knop and a flower : so throughout the six branches going out of the candlestick. 20 And in the candlestick were four bowls made like almonds, his knops, and his flowers...
Page xvi - ... magical enchantments, and then they put it by little and little into a frying-pan of boiling suet, where it makes a confused dismal hissing like the...
Page xvi - Shrove Tuesday, at whose entrance in the morning all the whole kingdom is inquiet ; but by that time the clocke strikes eleven, which (by the help of a knavish sexton) is commonly before nine, then there is a bell rung, cal'd the pancake bell, the sound whereof makes thousands of people distracted...
Page xvii - I've a bag for meal, and a bag for malt, And a bag for barley and corn; A bag for bread, and a bag for beef, And a bag for my little small horn." "I have a horn in my pocket, I got it from Robin Hood, And still when I set it to my mouth, For thee it blows little good.
Page 124 - O he's gane round and round about, And tirled at the pin ; But doors were steek'd, and windows barr'd, And nane wad let him in. " O open the door to me, Margaret, O open and lat me in ! For my boots are full o' Clyde's water, And frozen to the brim.
Page 4 - Had Willie had but twenty men, But twenty men as stout as he, Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en, Wi
Page 29 - Of the borowehode thou spekest to me, Herde I never ere." " I make myn avowe to God," sayd Robyn, " Monke, thou art to blame ; For God is holde a ryghtwys man, And so is his dame. " Thou toldest with thyn owne tonge, Thou may not say nay, How thou arte her servaunt, And servest her every day. " And thou art made her messengere, My money for to pay ; Therefore I cun the more thanke Thou arte come at thy day. "What is in your cofers?" sayd Robyn, " Trewe than tell thou me : " " Syr," he sayd, " twenty...
Page 87 - I'll swop wi' him my poor deead horse for his wick, An' if Tommy I nobbut can happen ta trap, 'Twill be a fine feather i' Aberram cap ! Soa to Tommy he goas, an' the question he pops, Betwin thy horse and mine, prithee, Tommy, what swops?