Wigan Dialect

Jeff Unsworth

Ceawnt thi Blessins

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It ses in't bible not fot envy,

All'us waant'in worr others av geet.

Fot be fain wi what tha's bin gin.

Un trust it'll aw be awreet.

There's all'us sombdy wuss off.

Us is in a wuss state than thee.

We aw should ceawn't ar blessins.

Un think that could av bin me.


There's days that we aw get brassed off.

Wish'in we ad a bit moo'er

But there's plenty of folk us has gett'n nowt ey't.

Un there's them us as't sleep on't floo'er.

Tha only as't look reawnd abeawt thi.

It's thee'r for evryone't see.

We aw should ceawnt ar blessins.

Un think that could av bin me.


Whenever we're feelin a bit deawn.

Not thankfull the way that we should.

A walk reawnd a ward deawn at Christies.

Er'd do us a reight world er good.

Stop skraakin un think thisell fain.

That’s the reet way fot be.

We aw should ceawnt ar blessins

Un think that could av bin me.

 


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