A year in the dales , As I remember the routines and work and now understand them better , the dialect was rich curious and laden with the remnants of old Norse

When 't suns up bright 'a cares 'f nowt else.
Things that diverted me in 't cowd days o winter
are nobbut a dark shadda now.
Blossoms hum wi a choir o bees
chickens lay ruddy eggs agin.

See 't fust candlestick flowers ont owd chestnut
and travellers pluck catkins of pussy willow
and tie em in bunches t' sell 'f luck 't t gulls
on  doorsteps o some far smokey town.

Grease 't grindstone pivot and mak ready 'f time o plenty
lambs are out and lil fishes come up fra deep pools
Gittin fat on skimming flees on the peaty beck water
 turnin silver bellies as they roll 'n slither back.

Kine graze low in 't pasture agin
fleshing their coat rack winter bones wi pullin at 't new grass
and fillin wi cream rich milk
't owd silage smells sweet mulching new strawberry rows and spring chicks scrat in t garden f't  fust slugs.

Arm thick rhubarb stalks wave green umberella leaves in 't breeze
 damsons peep out from the browning blossoms
pink wary chaffinches pull beaks of dry moss 't line the cuplike cozy nest
Wagtails scuttle int gill after larvae /t feed twittering grumpy looking beaks.

Shippon stands daylight dark and empty
and swallows nests cling high in t dark cobweb corners
awaiting t first returning birds twittering fra ower 't sea
as they skim widdershins ower 't pools roun' irises 'n rushes.

Wild strawberries feed the bustling ouzel
and 't chicks get fat in 't nest under 't waterfall
hidden fra feist 'n fox behind 't wet curtain o 't crashing gill
as it runs pourin ower 't slippery mossy rocks into 'th hungry beck

Hot sun beams down on 't flower drippin meadows
 sharp singin' scythes flash as they sweep swathes of lush grass
 heavy with the sweet smell of green as it dries 'n browns in long rows
Quivverin osses flick long tails at t clegs
as they stand waitin' to pull full sleds away.

Hogs get fatter in 't sty and root in the paddocks dark mud
Sow lies still while pink grubby piglets squabble and squeal
fighting for 't best juicyest tit 'ft suck warm rich milk
Hams and bacon in plenty soon hanging fra beams
Goin amber 'n dryin in 't dark tarry walled smokehouse

Waste no time as the dark days are coming too soon
Lay in dry logs and fill 't buttery wi cheeses and rhubarb jam
ta store the  rays of the summer sun 't see us through dark winter days knowing that as the days grow longer
the rich bounty will return and feed us another year.

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