Dance Ti’ Thy Daddy: “Come here me little Jacky, noo hev had me baccy, let’s hev a a bit o’ cracky till the boat comes in”. Dinna Fash yersell, (yersen) means in posh H'english "diven be gitten yer knickers in a knot". We have a strong Viking word structure in this area, gannin Yam, Going Home. @ is this heathen saying) having to interpret between the TWA who shall never meet, it was fun, I started many a fight, very easy with the Scottish boys. Frank.
Dance Ti’ Thy Daddy: “Come here me little Jacky, noo hev had me baccy, let’s hev a a bit o’ cracky till the boat comes in”. Dinna Fash yersell, (yersen) means in posh H'english "diven be gitten yer knickers in a knot". We have a strong Viking word structure in this area, gannin Yam, Going Home. @ is this heathen saying) having to interpret between the TWA who shall never meet, it was fun, I started many a fight, very easy with the Scottish boys. Frank.
Dance Ti’ Thy Daddy: “Come here me little Jacky, noo hev had me baccy, let’s hev a a bit o’ cracky till the boat comes in”. Dinna Fash yersell, (yersen) means in posh H'english "diven be gitten yer knickers in a knot". We have a strong Viking word structure in this area, gannin Yam, Going Home. @ is this heathen saying) having to interpret between the TWA who shall never meet, it was fun, I started many a fight, very easy with the Scottish boys. Frank. PS no idea what happened there but here is what I posted.
Still said (and written) by the older generation in North Suffolk ...particularly 'he do say' ... especially when coming out of the doctor's surgery and telling anyone interested '...the doctor, he do say that thar's nothin wrong with I '...
How interesting - opposite ends of the country.
Opposite ends ... but both quite 'cut off' from the rest of the country until relatively recently. When my family moved from Bedfordshire/Herts to Suffolk in the 1950s family members thought we were moving to the ends of the earth and they'd never see us again. Also of course, two counties with strong fishing traditions ... maybe there were connections?
A few years ago I found some letters in the attic of an old mill house we bought ... the letters seem to have been written by a daughter 'in service' in London ... the phrase 'the master, hedosay ' was written several times in the letter and every time it was exactly like that ... as one word. She also wrote of the doctor coming to the house 'to bleed' a young man.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
My OH is Yorkshire born, my parents were southerners. My speech has changed with every move as I tend to mirror those I'm talking to, though I can't mimic other accents.
Dad could do both, not always intentionally. He said he almost got put on a charge on National Service once, as his sargeant, a broad scouser, thought he was taking the mick when he replied in a Liverpool lilt!
In the early years of our marriage, we went shopping with my mother. In a department store. OH said "Do you want owt?" and she immediately started for the exit!
No Idea what happened to my post, I was writing as a North-easterner posted to a Scottish Regiment with an all Southern supply group I was often asked to interpret what the other side were saying. "Hey Geordie what is that heathen on about" it was great fun and often started a fight easily done with the Scot's. I was often told I had a Military accent, years among people from all over the UK and if you listen to forces people that is true a bit of everything. See if this makes it then, "had awa wid ye gan off wi me crack". Frank.
I think, phonetically, it would "eed'zay". But then I was born in 'Druth so often forget about whole syllables - never mind letters - going missing
@Dovefromabove - that must have been a fascinating find. I wonder whether the link is in timing - both Cornwall and Norfolk were at the centre of international trade - and full of posh English people - in the 17th century and then cut off as their respective businesses died out or moved to London. Perhaps that's how all fashionable people spoke at one time and the backwaters got left with the 'tic' when fashion moved on.
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
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Dinna Fash yersell, (yersen) means in posh H'english "diven be gitten yer knickers in a knot".
We have a strong Viking word structure in this area, gannin Yam, Going Home.
@ is this heathen saying) having to interpret between the TWA who shall never meet, it was fun, I started many a fight, very easy with the Scottish boys.
Frank.
Dinna Fash yersell, (yersen) means in posh H'english "diven be gitten yer knickers in a knot".
We have a strong Viking word structure in this area, gannin Yam, Going Home.
@ is this heathen saying) having to interpret between the TWA who shall never meet, it was fun, I started many a fight, very easy with the Scottish boys.
Frank.
Dinna Fash yersell, (yersen) means in posh H'english "diven be gitten yer knickers in a knot".
We have a strong Viking word structure in this area, gannin Yam, Going Home.
@ is this heathen saying) having to interpret between the TWA who shall never meet, it was fun, I started many a fight, very easy with the Scottish boys.
Frank.
PS no idea what happened there but here is what I posted.
A few years ago I found some letters in the attic of an old mill house we bought ... the letters seem to have been written by a daughter 'in service' in London ... the phrase 'the master, hedosay ' was written several times in the letter and every time it was exactly like that ... as one word. She also wrote of the doctor coming to the house 'to bleed' a young man.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I was often told I had a Military accent, years among people from all over the UK and if you listen to forces people that is true a bit of everything.
See if this makes it then, "had awa wid ye gan off wi me crack".
Frank.
@Dovefromabove - that must have been a fascinating find. I wonder whether the link is in timing - both Cornwall and Norfolk were at the centre of international trade - and full of posh English people - in the 17th century and then cut off as their respective businesses died out or moved to London. Perhaps that's how all fashionable people spoke at one time and the backwaters got left with the 'tic' when fashion moved on.
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
The letters stayed with Wonky's Papa ... I think he's loaned them to the local museum.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.