Easta
(by Old Blowick)

T'lasses want t'pawm fer Easta --
Tha knaws, 'boeauwt floowas 'n' things;
'Boeauwt daffadoeauwndillies in yon shehdy glen,
'N 'ow luvli yon nihtingehle sings.

Well, ba gum, it be Easta this Sundi,
Bu' lukin' throo winda Ah see
Norra daff, norra chewlip aw crawcus --
Norrevun green grass on t'lea!

Theer's nobbut wun floowa t' gehze at,
E'en thaw Ah cud wunda lihke cloeauwds,
Ah'm norrin t'Lehkes lihke Will Wordsworth,
'N' daffadills bain't theer in croeauwds.

Aw aye, t'rivva's still frawzen,
'N' Spring'll bi lehte wunce aggen,
Bu' theer's nowt that con stop mi frum thinkin'
Aw setting them thawts doeauwn wi' pen.

Ah rememba thaws Eastas in England
Wen Ah weer naw moor thun a lad:
Ah con still 'ear them Easta bells pealin' --
A soeauwnd that'd mehke moast 'earts glad.

Theh'd beckun frum church 'n' frum chappul
T' awl men 'n' wimmin aroeauwnd,
T' cum sing theer glad Alleluiahs,
T' cum 'n' mehke grand joyful soeauwnd,

'N' sing Easta 'ymns wi' theer famlies --
T'lasses wud wuhr theer new 'ats,
'N' lit'luns too, wi' new bonnets,
'N' "men-aboeaut-town" in cravats.

Theh'd pass snawy 'edges uv 'awthorne,
'N' tufts o' pehle primrawse bi weh,
Wi' dehsees galaw in t'green grass,
'N' 'appun a floowarin' meh.

Ba gum, it weer luvli t' bi theer,
T' see awl t'lasses in wihte,
Burappun it bain't bi t'sehme noeauw,
'N' 'appun tha doan't see yon sihte

O' peepul gawin' t' wership
In theer Sundi best fer t'deh,
'Cos noeauwadehs fawks awl 'ave mawtas --
'N' its easy t' joos gerraweh.

Aye owd England bain't warrit wunce weer,
T'owd wehs 'ave jood run theer cawse,
Burrah bet tha con still smell t'floowas,
'N' th'ills awl cuvvad wi' gawse.

'N' doeauwn in t'dells 'n' t'dingles,
T'bluebells'll still toss theer 'eads,
'N' lambs'll still frolic in meddas,
'N' gardners werk in theer sheds

On allotments,t' gerreddy fer plantin'
(Lihke Derek 'n' Billy on t'Street).
Ba gum Ah've gun reet nostalgic!
Bu' wudden' thi awl lihke t' greet

Easta Sundi in Lancasheer?
Ba eck, it'd bi grand
T'ear wunce aggen t'bells ringin'
Tha knaws, oo'er yon green, pleasunt land.

HAPPY EASTER, EVERYONE, FROM FRANK AND DOROTHY! 
CUNNING FIEND Camrose, AB - Friday, March 28, 1997 at 17:39:41 (EST)