A Specimen of the Bilsdale Dialect or, Two Poems on Isaac Telltruth and Sammy Standfast [by John Castillo] |
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A Tale related by Isaac Telltruth old Protestant, connected with a few particular remarks of his life.
BY CASTILLO.
Yah neet as ah went yam fra wark,
A lartle bit befoor t'was dark;
Quite blyth and cheerful as a lark,
Ah thowght mesel;
An sat ma doon te rist a bit,
At top o't' hill.
A lartle bit befoor t'was dark;
Quite blyth and cheerful as a lark,
Ah thowght mesel;
An sat ma doon te rist a bit,
At top o't' hill.
Fooks just war turning out their ky;—
A lartle plane ode man com by;
Come sit you down good frind, saz I,
An' rist your legs:—
Hede been a bit o' flour te by,
And twea three eggs.—
A lartle plane ode man com by;
Come sit you down good frind, saz I,
An' rist your legs:—
Hede been a bit o' flour te by,
And twea three eggs.—
Ah fand him vara good te stop;
His staff he set up as a prop;
His hory heade he lifted up,
An' thus complaind:—
Sum fragments of a goodlike feace
There still remained.—
His staff he set up as a prop;
His hory heade he lifted up,
An' thus complaind:—
Sum fragments of a goodlike feace
There still remained.—
You see, sed he, mah dear young frend,
Mah truble's coming tiv an end,
W'iv age me back begins te bend,
An whites' me hair;
Of this warld's grief, ye may depend,
Haave had me share.
Mah truble's coming tiv an end,
W'iv age me back begins te bend,
An whites' me hair;
Of this warld's grief, ye may depend,
Haave had me share.
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His teal, though simple, yet was grand;
An' vara gud te understand;
His stick steead up abown his hand;
T'auld fashend wa;
His cote en hat wur wedder tand,
An' duffil gray.
An' vara gud te understand;
His stick steead up abown his hand;
T'auld fashend wa;
His cote en hat wur wedder tand,
An' duffil gray.
Ah think, sed ah, et' t'barble ses,
Gray airs is honorable dress,
If they be fund in riteousness,
By fath obtan'd;
An' ah think, be what yer leaks express,
That praze yeave gan'd.
Gray airs is honorable dress,
If they be fund in riteousness,
By fath obtan'd;
An' ah think, be what yer leaks express,
That praze yeave gan'd.
W'iv age it is'nt gud te joak,
An' its ommest hower warm te woke,
Sit doun en hev a bit o' toak,
Of things a'ts past;
Ode men like you, hev seaf beath heerd
An' seen a vast.
An' its ommest hower warm te woke,
Sit doun en hev a bit o' toak,
Of things a'ts past;
Ode men like you, hev seaf beath heerd
An' seen a vast.
Avast ah hev beath heerd an' seen,
And felt misfottunes arrows keen,
As ye remark, wharle I've been
On this life's stage;
It is a vara changing seen
Fra youth tiv age.
And felt misfottunes arrows keen,
As ye remark, wharle I've been
On this life's stage;
It is a vara changing seen
Fra youth tiv age.
How great, an yet how feble's man!
His life at langest t'but a span;—
His histery he thus began
W'iv tears te tell;
An if yer ears be owt like marn
T'will please as well.—
His life at langest t'but a span;—
His histery he thus began
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An if yer ears be owt like marn
T'will please as well.—
Langsarn ah lost me wife, sed he,
Which was a hevy greef t' me,
An' then me sun teak off tit see,
A farn young man;
An' ah nea mare his feeace mun see,
Its ten t' yan.
Which was a hevy greef t' me,
An' then me sun teak off tit see,
A farn young man;
An' ah nea mare his feeace mun see,
Its ten t' yan.
Ah happend t' be fra yam ya day,
An' a kind o' sweethart, as they say,
Com in, an' teak mah las away,
An' hoosin stuff;
An' noo, poor thing, shee's deead they say
A lang way off.
An' a kind o' sweethart, as they say,
Com in, an' teak mah las away,
An' hoosin stuff;
An' noo, poor thing, shee's deead they say
A lang way off.
Its noo neen yeer an' ganning e' ten,
Sen ah at bark wood joind sum men,
T'was there ah fell an' leamd me'sen,
E' spite o' care;
Ah was foursd t' give up there an' then,
An' work nea mare.
Sen ah at bark wood joind sum men,
T'was there ah fell an' leamd me'sen,
E' spite o' care;
Ah was foursd t' give up there an' then,
An' work nea mare.
But t'neighbours hes been vary gud,
Or else langsarn ah'd stuck it' mud;
An' seea through them an t'help o' God
Ah gits me breead,
Ah whop theal be rewarded fort,
When ah's gean deead.
Or else langsarn ah'd stuck it' mud;
An' seea through them an t'help o' God
Ah gits me breead,
Ah whop theal be rewarded fort,
When ah's gean deead.
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Bud seein all me cumforts gean,
Ah dident kno what way t' turn,
Then ah began t' sy an' mourn
Beath neet an' day;
Ah bow't a barble an' began
T' reed an' pray.
Ah dident kno what way t' turn,
Then ah began t' sy an' mourn
Beath neet an' day;
Ah bow't a barble an' began
T' reed an' pray.
An' as ah red, an' as ah prayed,
Ah thowght it thunnerd ower me heead;
An' sumtames ah war sadly flade
W'iv dismal noises;
Sumtames e' bed, ah thowght ah herd
Mystereous voices.
Ah thowght it thunnerd ower me heead;
An' sumtames ah war sadly flade
W'iv dismal noises;
Sumtames e' bed, ah thowght ah herd
Mystereous voices.
At last a preeacher com this way,
Ah've cose t' iver bles the day,
Karnd providence led me on that way,
This man t' here;
Ah like a sheep had gane astray
For mony a yeear.
Ah've cose t' iver bles the day,
Karnd providence led me on that way,
This man t' here;
Ah like a sheep had gane astray
For mony a yeear.
He said at t'love o' Christ compeld him;
Bud sean as iver ah beheld him,
Ah thowght at sum karnd frind had teld him
All me hart;
For ivry word, like arrows pointid,
Mead it smart.
Bud sean as iver ah beheld him,
Ah thowght at sum karnd frind had teld him
All me hart;
For ivry word, like arrows pointid,
Mead it smart.
Ah thowght, till then, 'at ah wer reet;—
He set me sins all e' me seet,—
At last ah fell doon at his feet
We solled greef;
Ah thowght ah sud be deead, afoore
Ah fand releef.
He set me sins all e' me seet,—
At last ah fell doon at his feet
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Ah thowght ah sud be deead, afoore
Ah fand releef.
Ah realy thowght, if you'l beleeve me,
At hell war oppen to receive me;
Sum sed the Lord wad sean releeve me,
He war me keeper;
Bud all they sed did nowt bud greeve me,
An' cut me deeper.
At hell war oppen to receive me;
Sum sed the Lord wad sean releeve me,
He war me keeper;
Bud all they sed did nowt bud greeve me,
An' cut me deeper.
Then vara sean t' repoort war raisd,
An' all around it pleace war bleeazed,
Ode Isaac he war ganning cras'd,
An' nowt se seer;
Mah cottage then, for days an' days,
Nea sowl com neer.
An' all around it pleace war bleeazed,
Ode Isaac he war ganning cras'd,
An' nowt se seer;
Mah cottage then, for days an' days,
Nea sowl com neer.
Ah dreeaded th' Almighty's frown,
Ah wander'd greeating up an' doun;
Nather it country ner it town
Nea rist ah fand;
Mah sins like stars did me sorrownd,
Or heaps of sand.
Ah wander'd greeating up an' doun;
Nather it country ner it town
Nea rist ah fand;
Mah sins like stars did me sorrownd,
Or heaps of sand.
Ah'd thowghts of iverlastin panes,
An bein bund in endless chanes,
Me blead, like ice, ran through me vanes
W'iv shivering dreead;
Ah cudent sleep, an' ah forgat
T' eat me breead.
An bein bund in endless chanes,
Me blead, like ice, ran through me vanes
W'iv shivering dreead;
Ah cudent sleep, an' ah forgat
T' eat me breead.
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At last this gud man com agean,
At which me heart war glad an' fane,—
Just like a thirsty land for rane,
Ah sat quite neer him;
While ivery organ o' me soul
War bent t' heer him.
At which me heart war glad an' fane,—
Just like a thirsty land for rane,
Ah sat quite neer him;
While ivery organ o' me soul
War bent t' heer him.
Bud sean as ah that sarmon heard,
A still small voice me sperret cheer'd,
An ah, that varra neet, war meade
A happy man;
To praise the Lord we all me heart
Ah then began.
A still small voice me sperret cheer'd,
An ah, that varra neet, war meade
A happy man;
To praise the Lord we all me heart
Ah then began.
Ah knew he had me sins forgeen,
Wharle ah had in his presence been,
An' that his blead had meade me cleen,
An' wite as sno;
An' meade me fit we him t' rean,
Wharle hear belo.
Wharle ah had in his presence been,
An' that his blead had meade me cleen,
An' wite as sno;
An' meade me fit we him t' rean,
Wharle hear belo.
Sin that, he all me conflicts heear,
Ah flees t' him be faith an' prayer,
An' he in morsy lens an ear,
Throu his deer Sun;
An' this ist way we hope an' fear
Ah travvils on.
Ah flees t' him be faith an' prayer,
An' he in morsy lens an ear,
Throu his deer Sun;
An' this ist way we hope an' fear
Ah travvils on.
Oft when ah thus draws neer te him,
He maks me ees we tears te swim,
Then fils me hart quite up tit brim
Wit love o' God;
An' when ah gits a bit mare fathe
Ah hods me hod.
He maks me ees we tears te swim,
Then fils me hart quite up tit brim
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An' when ah gits a bit mare fathe
Ah hods me hod.
Sumtames ah've had yon beck t' swim,
An' mony a'tame this hill te clim,
W'iv hevvy hart, an' weary lim,
An sweaty brow;
Bud all that ah can trust him in,
He helps ma throw'.
An' mony a'tame this hill te clim,
W'iv hevvy hart, an' weary lim,
An sweaty brow;
Bud all that ah can trust him in,
He helps ma throw'.
In all the strates o' life, sez he,
Hooivver bare me cubbert be;
We' broon breead crusts, or wormwood tea,
Or evan gole;
Whoorivver ah finds Christ t' be,
He sweetens all.
Hooivver bare me cubbert be;
We' broon breead crusts, or wormwood tea,
Or evan gole;
Whoorivver ah finds Christ t' be,
He sweetens all.
Me nighbours all, ah deerly luv em,
An' oft ahs fours't for te reprove em,
Te seek the Lord ah tries te move em,
We harts sinceer;
Bud t'answers oft at ah gits from em
Is quite seveer.
An' oft ahs fours't for te reprove em,
Te seek the Lord ah tries te move em,
We harts sinceer;
Bud t'answers oft at ah gits from em
Is quite seveer.
Ah've oft felt sorry te me sell,
Beath greev'd an' shamd the truth te tell,
When ah hev heeard our ode kirk bell
Ring in te prayer;
Ah's flade at sum al hear't te hell,
Upbrade em there.
Beath greev'd an' shamd the truth te tell,
When ah hev heeard our ode kirk bell
Ring in te prayer;
Ah's flade at sum al hear't te hell,
Upbrade em there.
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Thal'e sit an' lig upon their deead,
An' toak about all karnds o' trade,
An' laf an' lee quite undismayd,
Till they've rung in;
Sike fowks tit warld are owther wed,
Or near a kin.
An' toak about all karnds o' trade,
An' laf an' lee quite undismayd,
Till they've rung in;
Sike fowks tit warld are owther wed,
Or near a kin.
Sum ses their preest's a stumblin block,
He never leeds em on tit rock;
Like those at mends a ode ragd frock,
Wiv a new peece;
He cares bud lartle for his flock,
If he gits t' fleece.
He never leeds em on tit rock;
Like those at mends a ode ragd frock,
Wiv a new peece;
He cares bud lartle for his flock,
If he gits t' fleece.
Bud ours, he is a christion bright,
He preaches Christ wiv all his might,
Fills each beleever we delight,
At gangs te hear him;
An' therefore, of his people's bleead,
The truth el clear him.
He preaches Christ wiv all his might,
Fills each beleever we delight,
At gangs te hear him;
An' therefore, of his people's bleead,
The truth el clear him.
Ah've heeard him tell em pat an' plane,
That they mun all be boorne agane,
Or suffer iverlastin pane,
'Et warld te cum;
Bud if they flee te Christ e tame,
For all there's room.
That they mun all be boorne agane,
Or suffer iverlastin pane,
'Et warld te cum;
Bud if they flee te Christ e tame,
For all there's room.
It pulpit, er e' conversation,
He's alwas on for't souls salvation,
Wiv hard reproof, or exhortation,
Or cowncil sweet;
An' these that follow his perswasion,
They will be reet.
He's alwas on for't souls salvation,
Wiv hard reproof, or exhortation,
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An' these that follow his perswasion,
They will be reet.
There's sum at ses,—but they're mistean—
When they're babtars'd, their boorn agean,
Just heer they mis t' foundation stean,
An' bild on't sand;
An' they've nea dreead till t'house is doon,
Bud it will stand.
When they're babtars'd, their boorn agean,
Just heer they mis t' foundation stean,
An' bild on't sand;
An' they've nea dreead till t'house is doon,
Bud it will stand.
Ah's flade ses he, if't truth was known,
There's mony presious sowl owerthrown,
For that gud seed which he hes sown,
Without effect;
Bud t'bleam for ivver is their own,
Throw' sad neglect.
There's mony presious sowl owerthrown,
For that gud seed which he hes sown,
Without effect;
Bud t'bleam for ivver is their own,
Throw' sad neglect.
Ah've seen young men an' wimmen tow,
An' men wi't hair all of their brow,
Befoor he's red t'first lesson throw,
S'been hard asleep;
Wharle others, that far better knew,
S'been seen te weep.
An' men wi't hair all of their brow,
Befoor he's red t'first lesson throw,
S'been hard asleep;
Wharle others, that far better knew,
S'been seen te weep.
They rock an reggle like a ship,
Till sum karnd frend gis' them a nip,
Or wak-end up wit saxton's wip,
Or others coffin;
Then mebby, when they've rubd their een,
They'll start a laffin.
Till sum karnd frend gis' them a nip,
Or wak-end up wit saxton's wip,
Or others coffin;
Then mebby, when they've rubd their een,
They'll start a laffin.
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Sum's lived te three or four scoor,
An's lang tame here had rulin poor,
They've worn deep traces cross et moor,
W'iv constant ganning;
Bud stil, all t'wharle, for this warld's love,
Their harts are langing.
An's lang tame here had rulin poor,
They've worn deep traces cross et moor,
W'iv constant ganning;
Bud stil, all t'wharle, for this warld's love,
Their harts are langing.
Ther selves they've nivver farely seen,
They've nivver knone their sins forgeen,
Tho' mony a tame their prayers hev been,
As loud ast Clark;
For all they've had twea pare of een,
They've deed it dark.
They've nivver knone their sins forgeen,
Tho' mony a tame their prayers hev been,
As loud ast Clark;
For all they've had twea pare of een,
They've deed it dark.
There's sum at name o' christian bears,
An's had this name for mony years,
At's buried ower heead an' ears,
E' worldly care;
An' oft at kirk we've cause te fear,
Their markets there.
An's had this name for mony years,
At's buried ower heead an' ears,
E' worldly care;
An' oft at kirk we've cause te fear,
Their markets there.
When at a sartan house yah day;
T'awd man unto his sun did say
If all be weel thou mun away,
Te moorn tit kirk;
An' try te git our reets next week,
Te cum te wark.
T'awd man unto his sun did say
If all be weel thou mun away,
Te moorn tit kirk;
An' try te git our reets next week,
Te cum te wark.
An' Tommy, hees e' sike a tacking,
That cote's all spoild for want a macking;
If't taler's there thou mun be at him,
Te cum an all;
That's weel contrav'd, an' then yah thing
Al' dea for all.
That cote's all spoild for want a macking;
If't taler's there thou mun be at him,
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That's weel contrav'd, an' then yah thing
Al' dea for all.
Thou needent stop te gang round t'farm,
Thou'l hev te be there e' gud tame,
Or mebby if thou disent mand,
Thou'l loss thee chance;
There's often mony at him
All at yance.
Thou'l hev te be there e' gud tame,
Or mebby if thou disent mand,
Thou'l loss thee chance;
There's often mony at him
All at yance.
Its ower far te gang a feeat,
An' if't be warm, thou's seer te sweat,
An' thee mother al' dea nowt bud freeat,
Seea tak ode draggon;
An' tell t'reet, he mun cum next week
Te mend our waggon.
An' if't be warm, thou's seer te sweat,
An' thee mother al' dea nowt bud freeat,
Seea tak ode draggon;
An' tell t'reet, he mun cum next week
Te mend our waggon.
Then if ye chance, it course o't' week,
Ot sunday subject for te speak,
You'l find ode memories se weak,
Its all forgotten:
Thus wounded souls that's been hofe heald
T' awd sarpents bitten.
Ot sunday subject for te speak,
You'l find ode memories se weak,
Its all forgotten:
Thus wounded souls that's been hofe heald
T' awd sarpents bitten.
That skull ats moulded green an' gray,
T' awd saxton dag up t'other day
Knoes varry neer as mich as they,
O't sunday sarman;
You ma as well o't' subject toke,
T' sum ode Jarman.
T' awd saxton dag up t'other day
Knoes varry neer as mich as they,
O't sunday sarman;
You ma as well o't' subject toke,
T' sum ode Jarman.
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That poor ode man's noo deead an' gean,
Its hard te say which way he's fean,
At used te stand agane funt stean,
T' tack foaks watches;
Wharle careles lads it singing pew,
War cuttin natches.
Its hard te say which way he's fean,
At used te stand agane funt stean,
T' tack foaks watches;
Wharle careles lads it singing pew,
War cuttin natches.
For t'want of proper cultivation,
They shuffle on without salvation,
A vast hes fleads of this pursuasion,
Beeath young an ode;
At' te be gud they hev nea cation,
Till deead an' code.
They shuffle on without salvation,
A vast hes fleads of this pursuasion,
Beeath young an ode;
At' te be gud they hev nea cation,
Till deead an' code.
Bud they'll find out befoor t' be lang,
At they all t' tame hev been it rang,
Their cheans may then be ower thrang,
Te breeak or bend;
An' noo they say their ower strang,
They can't attend.
At they all t' tame hev been it rang,
Their cheans may then be ower thrang,
Te breeak or bend;
An' noo they say their ower strang,
They can't attend.
E summer tame they leeave t' awd nest,
An' dress up e their vara best,
An' gallop of alang wit' rest,
T'it fare or races;
A vast gits what they nivver kest,
At sike like places.
An' dress up e their vara best,
An' gallop of alang wit' rest,
T'it fare or races;
A vast gits what they nivver kest,
At sike like places.
There's sum gits there w'iv wooden legs on,
An' mony poor ode men w'iv ings on,
Just sarves t'young soaks te run their rigs on,
A farn example;
Wharle doon it dust their poor ode lims,
Sumtames they trample.
An' mony poor ode men w'iv ings on,
Just sarves t'young soaks te run their rigs on,
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Wharle doon it dust their poor ode lims,
Sumtames they trample.
There's sum can nather sit nor lig,
About t' election their so big,
They say their Brittans rump an' rig,
Bud wea can trust em?
When frev a tory tiv a wig,
A glass will twist em.
About t' election their so big,
They say their Brittans rump an' rig,
Bud wea can trust em?
When frev a tory tiv a wig,
A glass will twist em.
There's sum that's rather short e seet,
For seak of twea three sovrins breet,
Gis em their vote, an' thinks it reet,
For t' Roman stranger:
Then others plasters up it street
The church's in danger.
For seak of twea three sovrins breet,
Gis em their vote, an' thinks it reet,
For t' Roman stranger:
Then others plasters up it street
The church's in danger.
An' sea they yan prevent another,
Wiv sike like political bother,
Yet best of all can't save his brother,
Nor ransum him;
That spark at's left they try to smuder,
Wi' stratigem.
Wiv sike like political bother,
Yet best of all can't save his brother,
Nor ransum him;
That spark at's left they try to smuder,
Wi' stratigem.
As for these Methodies, they say,
They mack sea varra mitch te dea,
There's sum wad dea nowt else bud pray,
An' reed an' preeach;
Till they git all mead methodies,
Within their reach.
They mack sea varra mitch te dea,
There's sum wad dea nowt else bud pray,
An' reed an' preeach;
Till they git all mead methodies,
Within their reach.
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Bud there war nean of this amaze,
E mean of our foorfadders days,
Though their gud deeds, an' honest prayers,
An' pious reedings;
Nea dout hes been as gud as their's,
Wiv all their meetings.
E mean of our foorfadders days,
Though their gud deeds, an' honest prayers,
An' pious reedings;
Nea dout hes been as gud as their's,
Wiv all their meetings.
Te see em doon o' beath their nees,
It kirk, or field, or under trees,
Wi' broken hart's an' teerful ees,
Was quite uncommon;
An' if at they ant deed it faith,
Then whats cum on em.
It kirk, or field, or under trees,
Wi' broken hart's an' teerful ees,
Was quite uncommon;
An' if at they ant deed it faith,
Then whats cum on em.
Te preach em all gean doon te hell,
It is a dreadful teal te tell,
An' we mun wiv wer kindred dwell;
Sea we like them.
Will tack wer chances, on life's ocean,
Sink or swim.
It is a dreadful teal te tell,
An' we mun wiv wer kindred dwell;
Sea we like them.
Will tack wer chances, on life's ocean,
Sink or swim.
They mack sike wark amang t' young foaks,
They breeak up all wer joval spourts,
They thin wer ranks, an' storm wer pourts,
Wiv strange confusion;
There's nowght bud we mun cry t' all doon,
A meer delusion.
They breeak up all wer joval spourts,
They thin wer ranks, an' storm wer pourts,
Wiv strange confusion;
There's nowght bud we mun cry t' all doon,
A meer delusion.
Bud us et seldom hes attended,
They dean't git us sea easly mended,
An awd stiff yoak's nut easly bended:—
It's varra true;
Bud these at will nut bend, you'll see,
Al break enow.
They dean't git us sea easly mended,
An awd stiff yoak's nut easly bended:—
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Bud these at will nut bend, you'll see,
Al break enow.
They trifle on fra yeer te yeer,
Like watches worn out of repare,
Though if they wad, its varra clear,
They mud be mended;
Bud they percieve nea danger neer,
Till life be ended.
Like watches worn out of repare,
Though if they wad, its varra clear,
They mud be mended;
Bud they percieve nea danger neer,
Till life be ended.
Awd sattan sea pollutes their mind,
They winnot stoop tit means desind,
Till t' hair spring gits wet, mane spring twind
Or sea hard curld;
Their foor'st away te git refined,
It tudder world.
They winnot stoop tit means desind,
Till t' hair spring gits wet, mane spring twind
Or sea hard curld;
Their foor'st away te git refined,
It tudder world.
He leads sum on like mountebanks,
As stright as if they ran o' planks,
An' tells em e'ther joval pranks,
He'll nut deceive em;
Bud when they reach the gates of death,
Their glories leave em.
As stright as if they ran o' planks,
An' tells em e'ther joval pranks,
He'll nut deceive em;
Bud when they reach the gates of death,
Their glories leave em.
There's sum he leads another way,
An' wispers tiv em neet an' day,
At they need nowther reed nor pray,
They've dean nowght rang,
An' if they hev, he'll set it reet
A' foor t' be lang.
An' wispers tiv em neet an' day,
At they need nowther reed nor pray,
They've dean nowght rang,
An' if they hev, he'll set it reet
A' foor t' be lang.
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There's others oft been in't alarm,
Like Felix, while their hart's was warm,
Ses gang, an' at another tame,
Ah'll send for thee;
Still they that tame, they did'nt know,
May iver see;
Like Felix, while their hart's was warm,
Ses gang, an' at another tame,
Ah'll send for thee;
Still they that tame, they did'nt know,
May iver see;
They rob their sowl's of their own reet,
They realy winnot cum tit leet,
Lest of their sins they git a seet,
An' sud be saved,
An' be of all their pleasures sweet,
At yance bereaved.
They realy winnot cum tit leet,
Lest of their sins they git a seet,
An' sud be saved,
An' be of all their pleasures sweet,
At yance bereaved.
Bud deep sunk doon et burning lake,
They'll then begin te fear an' quake,
When vengance can nea pity take,
Whoor he hes sent em;
For furious fiends of horrid shape,
Mun there torment em.
They'll then begin te fear an' quake,
When vengance can nea pity take,
Whoor he hes sent em;
For furious fiends of horrid shape,
Mun there torment em.
They'll leak for sum yan te deliver;
Bud there they find nea cumfort nivver,
There they may weep an' wale for iver,
T' harvest's past,
T' summers ended, reffuge fails em,
An' their lost.
Bud there they find nea cumfort nivver,
There they may weep an' wale for iver,
T' harvest's past,
T' summers ended, reffuge fails em,
An' their lost.
Their dreadful doom an' destinee,
Let us git all we can te see,
Be preaching Chirst whare e'er we be,
In deed an' word;
Till all wer friends their folly see,
An' turn te God.
Let us git all we can te see,
Be preaching Chirst whare e'er we be,
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Till all wer friends their folly see,
An' turn te God.
Ah've been it way noo seaven yeer,—
An' as he spack, a briny teer,
Ran doon his cheeks, as crystal cleer,
Fra owther ee;—
An' ah thenk God, ah feel wharle ah sit here,
Its weel we me.
An' as he spack, a briny teer,
Ran doon his cheeks, as crystal cleer,
Fra owther ee;—
An' ah thenk God, ah feel wharle ah sit here,
Its weel we me.
Bud neet is cuming on amain,
An' t' leaks as if twar boon te rain,
Or else me stoury's nut all dean,
At ah've te tell;
Bud mebby we may meet agean,
Till then farewell.
An' t' leaks as if twar boon te rain,
Or else me stoury's nut all dean,
At ah've te tell;
Bud mebby we may meet agean,
Till then farewell.
Though he had all these sorrows boorne,
Composur in each feater shone,
Tho' he'd te woak an' live alone,
Fra day te day;
Ah wish'd his case had been me own,
An' com away.
Composur in each feater shone,
Tho' he'd te woak an' live alone,
Fra day te day;
Ah wish'd his case had been me own,
An' com away.
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OLD SAMMY;
OR, THE EFFECTS OF THE GOSPEL.
Attend all you, who Zions tidings love,
Whose heart and hope are fix'd on things above,
Whose chief delight is centred in the fame,
Of signs and wonders, wrought in Jesus name.
Whose heart and hope are fix'd on things above,
Whose chief delight is centred in the fame,
Of signs and wonders, wrought in Jesus name.
All you, who virtue love and mischief hate,
Attend while I a simple truth relate;
Such noble courage, in so vile a case,
Does prove the mighty power of saving grace.
Attend while I a simple truth relate;
Such noble courage, in so vile a case,
Does prove the mighty power of saving grace.
A preacher being to a village sent,
To warn and woe the people to repent;
As he before had paid the same address,
His pious soul was looking for success.
To warn and woe the people to repent;
As he before had paid the same address,
His pious soul was looking for success.
Believers did for him a place prepare,
And frequently they did assemble there;
And in his little, civil congregation,
He had some earnest seekers of salvation.
And frequently they did assemble there;
And in his little, civil congregation,
He had some earnest seekers of salvation.
Among the rest, a noted bruiser stood,
Whose hand; had oft been stain'd with human blood;
With heart and constitution so robust,
Oft laid the great Goliahs in the dust.
Whose hand; had oft been stain'd with human blood;
With heart and constitution so robust,
Oft laid the great Goliahs in the dust.
He fully on the preacher fixed his eye,
He scarcely could assert the reason why;
The subject and the theme on which he dwelt,
Caught his attention, and their force he felt.
He scarcely could assert the reason why;
The subject and the theme on which he dwelt,
Caught his attention, and their force he felt.
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He thought the preacher all his actions knew;
His words, like arrows, pierced his conscience through;
His spirit felt, his heart was sick and sore,
Such anguish he had never known before.
His words, like arrows, pierced his conscience through;
His spirit felt, his heart was sick and sore,
Such anguish he had never known before.
It seem'd to him as if an angel spoke,
He felt within as if his heart was broke;
He thought he heard Mount Sinai's thunders roll,
Which shook the very centre of his soul.
He felt within as if his heart was broke;
He thought he heard Mount Sinai's thunders roll,
Which shook the very centre of his soul.
On bended knees he did salvation seek,
Big tears roll'd down his long undaunted cheek;
The people prayed,—the sinner wept the more,
Nay, he was never brought so low before.
Big tears roll'd down his long undaunted cheek;
The people prayed,—the sinner wept the more,
Nay, he was never brought so low before.
But by and by his mighty anguish ceas'd,
The Lord of life his captive soul releas'd;
The joy he felt, he scarcely could contain,—
The brethren sung, a sinner born again.
The Lord of life his captive soul releas'd;
The joy he felt, he scarcely could contain,—
The brethren sung, a sinner born again.
Another day, two of his mates were met,
As custom was, and in a tavern set;
Conversing on the strange events that past,
The one the other thus address'd at last:—
As custom was, and in a tavern set;
Conversing on the strange events that past,
The one the other thus address'd at last:—
Heard you not, what occur'd the other day?
Old Sam has got converted people say!
Old Sam! (the other says with great surprise)
What Sam the Boxer?—Yes the other cries.
Old Sam has got converted people say!
Old Sam! (the other says with great surprise)
What Sam the Boxer?—Yes the other cries.
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Depend upon't, though you may think it strange,
But in old Sam there is a mighty change:—
Nay, he converted! pshaw, its all a whim;
They have just as much converted me as him.
But in old Sam there is a mighty change:—
Nay, he converted! pshaw, its all a whim;
They have just as much converted me as him.
I'll pledge myself to find a man, no doubt,
That soon will beat all his religion out;
Perhaps not so,—the other softly said,—
I think old Sam's of better mettle made;
I know that he was always bad to bend,
And I will on his firmness still depend.
That soon will beat all his religion out;
Perhaps not so,—the other softly said,—
I think old Sam's of better mettle made;
I know that he was always bad to bend,
And I will on his firmness still depend.
The other rose and would a wager bet,
Old Sam was not so far converted yet;
But were he pick'd at, he would turn again,
And still he would, the bloody cause maintain.
Old Sam was not so far converted yet;
But were he pick'd at, he would turn again,
And still he would, the bloody cause maintain.
For Sammy's door direct their way they took,—
For he had then the tavern haunts forsook;—
They call a rebel out to lead the van,
To vex and aggravate this good old man.
For he had then the tavern haunts forsook;—
They call a rebel out to lead the van,
To vex and aggravate this good old man.
At length they reach'd and rattled at the door,
And stood around, like lions, to devour
His happy soul;—But he had by his side,
King David's faithful shepherd for his guide.
And stood around, like lions, to devour
His happy soul;—But he had by his side,
King David's faithful shepherd for his guide.
Old Sammy from his Bible reading rose,
And he straight-way to meet the rebel goes;—
Here's one, said they, will fight for what you like,
He stamp'd and rag'd, and dared Sam out to strike.—
And he straight-way to meet the rebel goes;—
Here's one, said they, will fight for what you like,
He stamp'd and rag'd, and dared Sam out to strike.—
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Old Sammy smil'd, as he before them stood,
He shook his head, and thought the cause not good;
At last his flaming passion to control,
He cries,—“the Lord have mercy on thy soul.”
He shook his head, and thought the cause not good;
At last his flaming passion to control,
He cries,—“the Lord have mercy on thy soul.”
Thy case I pity, O! thou man of might,
Although this practice once was my delight;
Call in thy rage, and to old Sam attend,
Before destruction proves thy awful end.
Although this practice once was my delight;
Call in thy rage, and to old Sam attend,
Before destruction proves thy awful end.
I clearly see the spirit thou art in,
For I myself oft in the same have been;
And many a one like thee I've made to bend,
And brought their far spread valour to an end.
For I myself oft in the same have been;
And many a one like thee I've made to bend,
And brought their far spread valour to an end.
'Tis well for thee, that I'm another man,
Or thou should'st rue the day that this began;
I soon would settle all thy boasts and brags,
And make thy bones to rattle on the flags.
Or thou should'st rue the day that this began;
I soon would settle all thy boasts and brags,
And make thy bones to rattle on the flags.
Thou may thank God, whose power and grace divine,
Have changed this subtle, savage heart of mine;
The love I feel for thee, forbids the blow,
Or soon I'd lay all thy ambition low.
Have changed this subtle, savage heart of mine;
The love I feel for thee, forbids the blow,
Or soon I'd lay all thy ambition low.
Chain down thy passion, give old Sam thy hand,
Be thankful that thou may'st before him stand;
Go tell the men, whom I did once adore,
The wager's lost;—old Sam will strike no more.
Be thankful that thou may'st before him stand;
Go tell the men, whom I did once adore,
The wager's lost;—old Sam will strike no more.
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Tell them, to save their money for their wives,
Give up their folly, and reform their lives;
And go and seek salvation while they may,
Before the wrath of God drives them away.
Give up their folly, and reform their lives;
And go and seek salvation while they may,
Before the wrath of God drives them away.
His noble speech so satisfied them all,
That not one there durst him a coward call;
Although the wager's farely lost, they say,
We all must own,—old Sam has won the day.
That not one there durst him a coward call;
Although the wager's farely lost, they say,
We all must own,—old Sam has won the day.
Then Sammy, like a warrior stout and bold,
Seeks new companions and forsakes his old;
While shouts of joy his ravish'd ears surround,
He hears and understands the cheering sound.
Seeks new companions and forsakes his old;
While shouts of joy his ravish'd ears surround,
He hears and understands the cheering sound.
Yes Sammy's got a better master now,
And more substantial friends to deal with too;
Secure he leans on his Redeemer's breast,
And sweetly sings himself away to rest.
And more substantial friends to deal with too;
Secure he leans on his Redeemer's breast,
And sweetly sings himself away to rest.
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The Negroe's Complaint.
Forc'd from home and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlone,
To increase a strangers treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne:
Men from England, bought and sold me,
Paid my price in paltry gold;
But, though their's they have enroll'd me,
Minds are never to be sold.
Afric's coast I left forlone,
To increase a strangers treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne:
Men from England, bought and sold me,
Paid my price in paltry gold;
But, though their's they have enroll'd me,
Minds are never to be sold.
Still, in thought, as free as ever,
What are England's rights,—I ask?
Me from my delights to sever?
Me to torture, me to task?
Fleecy locks and black complexion,
Cannot forfeit nature's claim;
Skins may differ, but affection,
Dwells in white and black the same.
What are England's rights,—I ask?
Me from my delights to sever?
Me to torture, me to task?
Fleecy locks and black complexion,
Cannot forfeit nature's claim;
Skins may differ, but affection,
Dwells in white and black the same.
Why did all creating nature,
Make the plant for which we toil?
Sighs must fan it; tears must water,
Sweat of ours must dress the soil:
Think, ye masters, ironhearted,
Lolling at your jovial boards;
Think, how many blacks have smarted,
For the sweets your cane affords.
Make the plant for which we toil?
Sighs must fan it; tears must water,
Sweat of ours must dress the soil:
Think, ye masters, ironhearted,
Lolling at your jovial boards;
Think, how many blacks have smarted,
For the sweets your cane affords.
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Is there—as you sometimes tell us?—
Is there One, that reigns on high?
Has he bid you buy and sell us,
Speaking from his throne, the sky?
Ask him,—if your knotted scourges,
Matches, blood extorting screws;
Are the means which duty urges,
Agents of his will to use.
Is there One, that reigns on high?
Has he bid you buy and sell us,
Speaking from his throne, the sky?
Ask him,—if your knotted scourges,
Matches, blood extorting screws;
Are the means which duty urges,
Agents of his will to use.
Hark! he answers,—wild tornados,
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks,
Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Are the voice with which he speaks;
He, forseeing what vexations,
Afric's sons should undergo,
Fix'd their tyrants habitations,
Where the whirlwinds answer,—no.
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks,
Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Are the voice with which he speaks;
He, forseeing what vexations,
Afric's sons should undergo,
Fix'd their tyrants habitations,
Where the whirlwinds answer,—no.
By our blood in Afric wasted,
E're our necks receiv'd the chain;
By the miseries that we tasted,
Crossing in your barks the main;
By our sufferings since you brought us,
To the man degrading mart;
All sustain'd by patience taught us,
Only by a broken heart:—
E're our necks receiv'd the chain;
By the miseries that we tasted,
Crossing in your barks the main;
By our sufferings since you brought us,
To the man degrading mart;
All sustain'd by patience taught us,
Only by a broken heart:—
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Deem our nation, brutes no longer,
Till some reason you shall find,
Worthier of regard, and stronger
Than the colour of our kind;
Slaves of gold,—whose sorded dealings,
Tarnish all your boasted powers,—
Prove, that you have human feelings,
'Ere you proudly question ours.
Till some reason you shall find,
Worthier of regard, and stronger
Than the colour of our kind;
Slaves of gold,—whose sorded dealings,
Tarnish all your boasted powers,—
Prove, that you have human feelings,
'Ere you proudly question ours.
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