Yorksher Puddin' eBook

John Hartley (poet)
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to starve, but Providence had raised him up o’ purpose to find ’em summat to do.  He didn’t throw aght a hint ’at but for his three thaasand hands he’d a niver ha been i’ Parliament.  He didn’t think he owed’ em owt, net he!  What wor he born for?  Why, ov coarse, he wor born to have three thaasand hands.  An’ what wor th’ hands born for?  To work for him.  It’s simple enuff if you can nobbut see it.  Aw had a dream t’other neet, aw’l tell yo abaat it.  Aw thowt ther wor a little chap, he didn’t stand moor nor abaat six or seven inches heigh, but he wor dress’d like a king, an’ he had a sceptre in his hand, an’ he had hundreds, may be thaasands, for aw couldn’t caan’t ’em, ov hands (aw should call ’em men an’ wimmen, but he call’d ’em hands), an’ they each stood abaat six feet.  Some wor daycently clooathed, an’ some wor hardly clooathed at all, an’ they wor all working to build him a palace; but they wor building it as big as if a thaasand giants wor to live in it, an’ th’ stooans an’ timbers wor soa heavy wol they ommost sank under ther looads; an’ at times they seemed soa worn aght ’at aw thowt they’d be foorced to give it up.  But th’ little king coom strutting raand wi’ his sceptre, an’ they lifted him up i’ ther arms, one bi’ one, an’ he patted’ em o’ ther cheeks, an’ then they set him daan agean an’ went on wi’ ther wark, an’ he went back to his velvet cushions an’ ligged daan an’ laff’d.  But ther Iooads kept gettin heavier, an’ at last they wor soa worn aght ’at they detarmined to goa an’ ax him to ease ’em a bit or to give ’em a rest; but when they spake to him he jumpt up an’ shook his sceptre at ’em, an’ as sooin as they saw that they all ran back to ther wark terrified aght o’ ther wit, an’ he ordered ther looads to be made heavier still, an’ if one on em offered to complain he shook his sceptre, an’ he ran back to his labour.  Aw wondered to mysen whativer this sceptre could be made on ’at should mak it be such a terror to ’em, an’ aw crept behund him wol he wor asleep, an’ put it i’ mi pocket, an’ then aw hid behund a pillar to watch ’em.  In a bit some on’ em grew tired an’ luk’d towards th’ king, an’ he jumpt up an’ felt for his sceptre, but it had gooan, an’ then they rubbed ther een an’ luk’d at him, an’ then they laff’d an’ call’d all t’others to join’ em.  Then they picked up th’ little king to luk at, an’ they all laff’d, an’ th’ moor he stormed an’ th’ better it suited ‘em, an’ they put him on a square stooan an’ made him donce a jig, an’ wol he wor dancing aw tuk aght th’ septre to Iuk at, an’ aw saw it wor a ten paand nooat rolled up like a piece o’ pipe stopper, an’ a hauf a sovereign at th’ end on it.  Then they all set up a gurt shaat an’ went off, leavin him to build his own palace, an’ as they hustled past me aw wakkened.

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