|A memory shared by Brian Triffitt of Guiseley
|Has anybody heard of the word "DOY"?
||I only ever heard it as a child, and my auntie Hilda Preston of swain hill and then Park Road, Yeadon always greeted me with "now then doy are you alright?”
I once asked her what it meant and she told me
It was "darling boy or a beloved person”.
I was looking through my scrap books for some thing
And came across this little poem.
Weer is thi daddy, doy
Weer is thi mam,
What art ta crying for, poor little lamb,
Here tak this hawp’ny it ul buy thi some spice,
Rock sticks or humbugs,or summat at’s nice,
And then run of f hoam ageen,
As fast as tha can.
Theer thart all reight ageen
Run like a man.
He dried up his tears with his little crat,
He tried to say summat,
But I couldn’t tell what,
But his little face breetened
Wi pleasure all throo
Ah it’s cappin sometimes
What a hawp’ny will do.
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