Wigan Dialect

Jeff Unsworth

 

Scithers , combs un penculs.

( To read the translation of this poem click here )

 

 


 

I corn't find them scithers.

Av bin look'in for an har.

Has any er yo lot sin um.

They corn't er gone so far.


There wonc't were tharteen pair in this eaws.

Kept I yon sideboard.

Just wait until I find um.

As't hide um eawt er't road.


Its same wit combs un penculs.

There's all'us faw'in eawt.

Cos when tha comes fot wa'nt one.

There's neyer noan abeawt.


Sumb'dy ul cop it one day.

Tha'l hear um sheawt eawt " owch ".

Then tha'l know thiv font um.

Thi'l be deawn back er't couch.

 


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