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Subject: Re: Graham Family History problem
Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2004 07:54:36 GMT
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On Sat, 24 Jan 2004 01:25:24 -0000, "Allan Connochie"
>"Murchadh" <> wrote in message news:...
>> Noo, let me gie ye a wheen bit Border Scots frae the eichteen hunnerts
>> tae tak a keek at and see dae ye ken whit it's aa aboot! Ah ken maist
>> o it, but his spellin's nae the Queen's Inglis!
>I'll have a bash.
>> "For aa that the sun, hoisin itsel i the lift owreheed, thraetent an
>> efter-heat that wad be fit ti muzz folk, the forenuin air was caller
>> an clear, an stoor was awanteen whan A tuik ti the lang road that rins
>> doon throwe Newtoon an bye the Dryburgh loaneen on ti Bosells Green.
> For all that the sun, lifting itself up in the sky overhead, threatened to
>muzzle folk, the forenoon air was fresh and clear, and dust was lacking when
>I took the long road that runs down through Newtown and past the Dryburgh
>track on to St Boswell's Green.
>> "Everly, the road was thrang wui droves o nowt-aa keinds, untellin-kye
>> an tiups an keilies an yowes, mixty- maxty, rowtin an mehhin an
>> blehhin; doddies an starks an queys an stots an gimmers an hoggies an
>> grumphies an guissies-wui nurrin teikes snackin an yowfin an boochin
>> at ther cluits; bit fient a steekin bull ti yoke on ov a body, for the
>> bease war mensefih, an ilka herd hed a bleithe word i the byegangeen.
>Continually, the road was thronged with droves of beasts of all kinds.
>Strange cattle and rams and ???? and ewes, all mixed up, bellowing and
>mehhing and bleating, bullocks and heifers and young heifers and heifers and
>bullocks and lambs and year old lambs and pigs and sows and snarling dogs
>snapping and woofing and barking at their hooves; but no sign of a charging
>bull to barge over anybody, for the beasts were calm, and every shepherd had
>a friendly word on going by.
>[I must admit I needed to go to a dictionary for most words between 'starks'
>and 'guisses' with the exception of 'gimmers' and 'hoggies'. I don't know
>if the various words describe ages etc or if the writer is just using
>varying terms to describe a host of animals. It certainly works! Keilies I
>was unsure of though it may be kylies [ie Highland cattle] though I couldn't
>help imagining wee Glaswegians amongst the throng!]
>> "Still an on, thir billies hed a sair hatter or they got the bruits
>> weerd bye the cairts an hurlbarrihs an yirrint-vans an thing, that
>> every-wee-bittie dunsht other i the strooshie. Faix, it was aa leike
>> thon killeen-hoose brae at Mainchester, thonder (div ee kenn'd?); bit
>> no a biggeen keind was there ti be seen, nor was there ony warden
>> polis ti redd oot the bizz wui skeely maig.
>Still they came, these lads had a right bother until they got the brutes
>next to the carts and wheelbarrows and errand-vans and things, that every
>now and again a beast banged into another one in the mayhem. Faith, it was
>like that abbatoir on the hill at Manchester, that one there [do you know
>it?]; but not a supervisor was there to be seen, nor was there any warden or
>police to sort out the business in a heavy handed way.
>> "Now, at lang last, the hinmaist doonfaa o the road brings ee oot
>> richt at Bosells Green, an there the road pairts i twae. The maist
>> feck o the hooses cooer coothy on the tae hand i the yeh straigglin
>> street o Bosells, croonin the braeheeds hich abuin Tweed an forenent
>> bieldy Dryburgh; an on the tother hand - the richt - the road wunds
>> aboot the Green an makes up the brae.
>Now at long last the final slope down of the road brings you out right at St
>Boswell's Green, and there the road parts in two. The vast majority of the
>houses hide snugly on the one hand in the one straggling street of St
>Boswells, crowning the top of the slope high above Tweed and opposite
>sheltered Dryburgh; and on the other hand - the right- the road winds about
>the Green and makes up the slope.
>> "A cood fain heh dwinglt, an daikert aboot in sleepery Bosells, bit A
>> fair durstna, or thance A micht never heh gotten off the bit aa day.
>> Bit afore A sterteet neice an cannie on the brae up atween the
>> planteens, A cruikeet ma hoach an clappeet masel doon a meenit on ov a
>> toggle bank, athort the Green, an luit ma een feast on the bonnie
>> gerssy haugh - that weel sorteet an taen sic grand care o. For Bosells
>> hes muckle mense o er Green!"
>I could fondly have dawdled, and loafed about in sleepy St Boswells, but I
>daren't not, or then I might never have gotten off the bit all day. But
>before I started nice and slowly on the hill up between the gardens [I'm
>guessing at gardens], I crooked my thigh round and sat myself down a minute
>on top of a ???? banking, across from the Green, and let my eyes feast on
>the bonnie grassy haugh - that well sorted and taken such great care off.
>For St Boswells thinks a lot of her Green!"
Excellent translation! I have a feeling that the above is how an older
person would have spoken in those days; say your great or great-great
grandfather. I know from my own researches that WWI opened a huge
window of change in rural areas and complete dialects began to die
during this time, leaving behind dialect words interspersed with
standard or near-standard English.
In fact I've heard this myself in the speech of two Borderers I knew
here in Vancouver. One was an old lady, noe deceased, who used all the
words your granny would have; the other was a nurse in her thirties
whio had a Border accent but spoke English, lapsing into Border
dialect when talking to Scots like me who understand her localisms.
Here's more information:
As you can see it's from a book c;alled
"Mang Howes and Knowes"
A Day's Dander Throwe Border Waeter - Gates
BY HAWICK: (alias Elliot Cowan Smith, 1891 - 1917.
ALLAN WATT & Son, Printers, Station Buildings.
The book with illustrations is set out at:
It's like a window into another world, isn't it? He's a fit man; he
gangs bei Jethart and Denum, aa the wey tae Haiick!