I did not write this but I wanted to share it. It is a 1950's ditty from Yorkshire. You will not be able to translate it in Goggle...


t' sellar oile

Wee're daan in t' sellar oile,
wheere muck slarts on t' winders,
We've used all us coil up
and naar wee're on wi't cinders
An when bum bailiff comes,
He won't be able to find us,
Cos wee're daan in t'sellar oile
wheere muck slarts on t'winders



Poetry by Blilith
Read 555 times
Written on 2013-05-14 at 18:37

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text



I got the gist, down in the cellar, safe from the sheriff, but the rest escapes me. Perhaps a translation for the curious?
2013-05-14