Category: Dialect

BYGONE DAYS by Les Rendell

Life wanders on, year in, year out, apaceAs melancholy haunts the backward gaze;But memory holds alive those years of graceOf Cornish childhood, golden bygone days.

DAY’S END by Les Rendell

‘Tes time to riddle out grate, mautherAn’ to maake us desh o’ tay,Fer be gwain up temberen ‘ill, mautherIn coose fer anawther day. ‘Twas ‘ansum,

CHANCE ENCOUNTER by Les Rendell

Where be ‘ee goin’ to, me ‘ansome?Ted’n often I see ‘ee round ‘ere,Why ’tis more’n sennight I saw ‘eeOff down to the kiddley for beer.