Margaret Andrews

Folklore

Me ma an me da’ll morder me

Wen they feend ouwt ye’ve been kissin me

Aa’ve hord waat happens te lasses like me

They end up in the informary

Aa shudn’t hev let ye tuch me knee

Dissit mean aa hev a bairn in me

 

Ye kissed me fust

An ye mustache tickled

But that dissent say ye cud tuch me knee

Aa’ll tak the blaem

Carry the shaem

Dissit mean aa hev a bairn in me

 

Ye dinnit luv me

An aa dinnit luv yeh

But ye hed ye fun an ye hed ye way

Nouw aa’ll be sent te the informary

Aa shudn’t hev let ye tuch me knee

 

Previously published in her collection ‘Northumbrian Poetry’