Ah felt reeight sorry fer him a fust© GERALD ENGLAND
sleepin theeir
pu'ch'd on t' edge o t' winderbox
Ah hesitaaited oppnin t' winder
fer feear on distu'bin his slumber
He wer theear agin next day
bud he he'd me
an flew off
I' wer then at Ah becum angry
fer on t' top o t' soil ther lay
fowr red petals haaif-etten
an a bare stamen stood atop a green staa'k
wheeir flahr'd a tulip afooire
Six bulbs Ah planted
i t' backend o lest yeeir -
frost tuk twa -
ther's three left nah
Next tahme
i honour o tha' tulip
Ah'll shooit that bloody burd!
Composed: Sheffield, 14th March 1971
Publication
1972 Yorkshire Dialect Society Summer Bulletin (UK)
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