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Here's a word from Dorfy

A NUMBER of people, I mentioned the other day, still ask me if they can buy copies of articles or books by our late dialect correspondent Dorfy – Mrs Dorothy Samuelson-Sandvid.

Alas not. They have been out of print for many years, but in coming weeks I'm going to be reproducing some of Dorfy's old articles, beginning here with her poem Tyneside Taalk.

If you want to keep these pieces, though, cut them out!

Wor Tyneside taalk is hyemly taalk – Nowt posh, nor lah-di-dah.

But when y've left your native hants, an' when y've travelled far

Fre' aall the marras that y' knew – Watt joy it is to heor,

Or read, the wawds y've nigh forgot – "Howay!" "Gan on!"

"Watt cheor!"

Thor's music in the hyemly soond o' 'howk,' or 'haadaway.'

An 'hinny' is the sweetest wawd a Geordie lad kin say.

Wor Geordie taalk is hyemly taalk; an wawds like 'clag' and 'clarts'

Is canny, friendly, hyemly wawds that waarms aall Geordie hearts.

Wor taalk is kind o' like wor grub – like hyem-byekked stotty-cyek,

Pot-pie, pan-haggelty – the things a Tyneside wife kin myek.

Us needs nee fancy garnishin's t' tice w' t' wor fud.

Enyff it is for us t' knaa it's paid for, an' it's gud.

Whe wants 'foie gras' or 'caviare?' A Geordie likes t' eat

Shields kippers, singing' hinnies, aye, an' willicks, for a treat.

Aye, grub, an' taalk, tho're byeth alike.

Byeth plain, byeth satisfyin'.

And honest Geordie aalwiz feels watt's gud needs nee disguisin'.

 
 
 

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