Yorkshire Dialect Poems (1673-1915) and traditional poems






The Lucky Dream

     John Castillo (1792-1845)

     Ya Kessmas neet, or then aboot,
     When measons all were frozzen oot,
     I went to see a country friend,
     An hospitable hoor to spend.
     For gains, I cut across o' t' moor,
     Whoor t' snaw sea furiously did stoor.(1)
     The hoose I gain'd an' enter'd in,
     An' were as welcome as a king.
     The storm agean t' windey patter'd,
     An' hail-steans doon t' chimley clatter'd.
     All hands were in, an' seem'd content,
     An' nean did frost or snaw lament.
     T' lasses all were at their sewing,
     Their cheeks wiv health an' beauty glowing.
     Aroond the hearth, in cheerful chat,
     Twea or three friendly neighbours sat,
     Their travels telling, whoor they'd been,
     An' what they had beath heeard an' seen.
     Till yan did us all mich amuse,
     An' thus a story introduce.
     "I recollect lang saan,"(2) says he,
     "A story that were tell'd to me,
     At seems sea strange i' this oor day
     That true or false I cannot say.
     A man liv'd i' this neighbourhood,
     Nea doot of reputation good,
     An' lang taame strave wi' stiddy care,
     To keep his hoosehod i' repair.
     At length he had a curious dream,
     For three neets runnin' 't were the seame,
     At(3) if on Lunnon Brig he stood,
     He'd hear some news would dea him good,
     He labour'd hard, beath neet an' day,
     Tryin' to draave those thowts away;
     Yet daily grew mair discontent
     Till he at last to Lunnon went.
     Being quite a stranger to that toon,
     Lang taame he wander'd up an' doon,
     Till, led by some mysterious hand,
     On Lunnon Brig he teak his stand.
     An' there he waited day by day,
     An' just were boun(4) to coom away,
     Sea mich he thowt he were to bleame
     To gang sea far aboot a dream,
     When thus a man, as he drew near,
     Did say, "Good friend, what seek you here,
     Where I have seen you soon and late?"
     His dream tiv him he did relate.
     "Dreams," says the man, " are empty things,
     Mere thoughts that flit on silver'd wings;
     Unheeded we should let them pass.
     I've had a dream, and thus it was,
     That somewhere round this peopled ball,
     There's such a place as Lealholm Hall(5);
     Yet whether such a place there be,
     Or not, is all unknown to me.
     There in a cellar, dark and deep,
     Where slimy creatures nightly creep,
     And human footsteps never tread,
     There is a store of treasure hid.
     If it be so, I have no doubt,
     Some lucky wight will find it out.
     Yet so or not is nought to me,
     For I shall ne'er go there to see."
     The man did slyly twice or thrice
     The Cockney thenk for his advice;
     Then heame agean withoot delay
     He cherfully did tak his way.
     An' set aboot the wark, an' sped,
     Fun' ivvery thing as t' man had said;
     Were iver efter seen to flourish
     T' fanest gentleman iv all t' parish.
     Folks wonder'd sair, an' ,weel they might,
     Whoor he gat all his guineas bright.
     If it were true, i' spite o' fame,
     Tiv him it were a lucky dream."

     1. Drive.  2. Long ago.  3. That.  4. Ready.
     5. In the neighbourhood of Whitby.

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