Number in series 26; Year of publication 1932 - Fell and Rock ...

158 THE FELL AND ROCK CLIMBING CLUB JOURNALO was I but lword o' the manor,A nabob, or parliament man,What thousands on thousands I'd gi'e her,Wad she nobbet gi' me her han !A cwoach and six horses I'd buy her,And gar fwok stan out o' the way,Then I'd lowp up behint like a footman—Oh ! the warl for my sweet Sally Gray.They may brag o' their feyne Carel lasses,Their feathers, their durtment, and leace ;God help them ! peer deeth-luikin bodies,Widout a bit reed i' their feace !But Sally's just like allyblaster,Her cheeks are twee rwose-buds in May—O lad ! I cou'd sit here for ever,And talk about sweet Sally Gray.After " Sally Gray " there is demand for a frog-step, a quaintold dance which still lingers in some of the dales ; this is triedby two youths who sit almost on their heels and then spar atuncertain intervals at each other with their feet. They are notexperts, and in a moment the fun is over. " Afore it began,"comments the chairman drily. " It's a pity the dance is beinglost, but us old uns can't quite manage to get down to it now.Fetch in another jug, lass; we want summat to slocken ourthroats." He scrapes together the last coins in the tray beforehim, then declares : " It's tuppence short—I'll pay it."While the glasses are being charged, there is a shepherds'discussion about some flock ailment. The man with the redmoon-face is sure—" it cu's and it gaes; it doesn't botheriwery farm ner ivvery ship'erd. Old Jack at the Owlriggs heda fine cure for it, but he's dead, and it's lost." Up speaks thechairman. " Lost—nut it. I can tell the, Ike, what his curewas, for he telled me. ' Don't thee ga'e off to them chemists forit—it's nobbut a stink o' paraffin in a bit of gr-ease.' That'swhat he said to me. If the ship'erd took it to every sheep iweryday, what they were cured." " Well, by gow; I h'ard it wassimple." " Ike, old Jack dudn't care a toss whether his ship'erdsalved the flock wi' it er nut; he said to me it's the ship'erd's