Ruddy Cheek!

[dunsbyowl1867]

dedicated to SteveHB (who once told me he's a fisherman!)

http://www.jrbooker.ukpoets.net/html/fishin__dee-dars.html

A Poem about Sheffielders!

Fishin' Dee Dars

Now, from Spiretown to Sheffield its only about 10 miles,

As the crow flies, it’s not very far

But folk theer arnt Chezzies, they don’t talk like us,

Thas entered the Land of Dee-Dar

Now, there’s nowt wrong wi’ ‘em—they meck fine steel,

Cutlery, spades, forks ‘n’ trowels.

But whatever they mix in with their steel,

They also mix in with their vowels.

Sat nice and quiet on River Trent, about 30 of’em file past,

On the trek to their pegs from the coach.

“Eyup, DEE !. DAR wor ‘ere a fortnit sin’ –“, said “festen”,

“Is there any big BREEYAM in’ere?----Is there any big ROWACH?”

My mate Al worra Dee-Dar and you couldn’t wish,

For a better, more honest friend.

He was a true-blue Wensder supporter’

Without the –a y –on the end

Owt outa ordinary, summat not rate,

Summat a little bit queer,

Thad ‘ear ‘im ,”Heyup------- Hode on a bit-----,

Theres a duck in hedge here”

Now, 99% --well, 85 then, of the time,

I could pick up on a vowel-mangled word,

But this time he foxed me,

Something as I’d never heard!

I asked how he’d gone on fishing

“Net full” he said, ”And I’ve fished wi’ chays all day”

He’s got me this time.Squats, pinkies-I know ‘em all,

But what on God’s Earth is a CHAY?

I knew what would happen if I asked him,

He’d go to every table and gloat,

“Tha sees my mate stood theer at bar?

I can tell thee nar—he knows nowt!!”

So, I didn’t ask him. I just put it down as one of those daft,

Dee-Dar sayings again,

But for ages after,

It kept twirling around in my brain.

Weeks later, summat happened ,

And the twirling finally stopped

Al were locked art—he’d forgot his door-KAYS,

At last, at last! I could feel the penny as it dropped!

Al was a Dee-Dar rate enough,

It was Sheffield he was born and bred in,

Now I've put COIL in HOIL, I'll have to gerra WESH,

Oh, my God--Dee Dar is spreading!!

[SteveHB]

dedicated to SteveHB (who once told me he's a fisherman!)

http://www.jrbooker.ukpoets.net/html/fishin__dee-dars.html

Never see seen that one before Dunsbyowl,

It's a good un lol

[Bayleaf]

Cheeky maybe, but one of the best shots at a Sheffield accent I've seen!

[Guest BUXT0NGENT]

Great poem, dialect marvellous, but shame about the heading 'Didn't know anyone could read or write in Bolsover'

After living close by for 38 years in nearby Clowne (more pass through than ever stay) and working in most of the pits nearby, I wondered where 'Bolsover' was. The colliers always called it BOWSER.

ex Clown (original spelling)

[Bayleaf]

Great poem, dialect marvellous, but shame about the heading 'Didn't know anyone could read or write in Bolsover'

After living close by for 38 years in nearby Clowne (more pass through than ever stay) and working in most of the pits nearby, I wondered where 'Bolsover' was. The colliers always called it BOWSER.

ex Clown (original spelling)

That's interesting, the area around Wire Mill dam in the Porter Valley is known as Bowser Bottom for the same reason, it's where Thomas Bolsover had his wire mill.

[DaveH]

Cheeky maybe, but one of the best shots at a Sheffield accent I've seen!

Great poem. As I work in North Derbyshire and frequently get called a dee-dar because of the way I {sometimes} speak I had to make a copy of it and pin it up above my desk. Half the Derby tups who noticed it couldn't even read certain parts of it, which to me read quite naturally so this gave me a laugh watching them struggle with it. To which my comment was

"Ey, narden, wen ar wetched full monty ar dint aft ter 'av Inglish sub teetles on!"