..Wigan Dialect

A Collection of Lancashire Dialect Poems, Photographs, Phrases & Sayings from around the Wigan area. By Jeff Unsworth

Nowty Lad

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Nowty Lad

Has thaa bin maulin in't midd'in.
Tha stinks like owd rott'n trash.
Thi face is aw black, un thi onds are a mess.
Tha cert'in come eawt in a rash.

Stop climbin , un cloddin them bricks.
Tha goo'int cotch sumbdy on't yed.
Un stop be'in lippy un three'uppin eawt.
Else al smack thi reawn't theen un then send thi bed.

Missis richmund , hers just bin deawn here.
Beawncin up backs wi a gall'up.
Her se's tha's stuck chewy in their les's yed.
Un thiv at cut his hair deawn tert scalp.

Neaw I'm not goo'int tell thi agen.
Fot stop climbin tert top of yon tree.
If tha faws off them branchis un breyks both thi legs.
I don't want thi runnin to me.

Neaw lissun , I'm beawnt send fot bobbies.
Theyre theer for lads wi no dads.
Theyl come reawnd un tak thi away.
Cos theres places fot send nowty lads