Wigan Dialect

Jeff Unsworth

 

Tholidays

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I'm fain it's gett'n tholidays,

I'm just abeawt gerr'in sick.

I corn't say its rest i'm need'in .

Burr a breyk for a couple er wik.

......

As't bi flirt'in off to Blackpoo,

In a nice ot'el as guest.

Burr I bet when fort.nits ore,

I'll be glad get back werk fot rest.

......

I ope we get good weather,

Burr it'l prob'ly rain aw wik.

Un kids u'll aw be skraak'in,

We'll aw be gerr'in sick

......

Then wife, er'll start complainin,

Un wish we adn't come.

Un then I'll prob'ly leyse me rag,

Un whip um aw back wom

 


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