Dear All, Michael has now sent me the poem and I have typed it out for the list. It has less in about the helm wind than I remembered but it is a real dialect gem. I have also included an interpretation. If any of you locals think some of the words are not quite interpreted right then let me know. It sent my spell check into overdrive! Thanks to Michael for sending it and I hope you all enjoy it! Judy. Where's Dufton? Thoo's nivver hard o' Dufton? Wy - where's ta leeved afoor? It ligs reet under Dufton Pike Thoo'll see't fra t'auld barn door. It's a gay queer spot is Dufton, An' t' fwoak inside an o'. The'r treble independent like An' hard as that stean wo! It thoo iver gaas ta Dufton, Thoo'd better mind thisel, Thoo'd nivver see thi hat again If t'winds blowan straight of t'fell. Th'r' nin se' daft at Dufton, If yan's gitten owt ta sell, Oooivver - thoo mun larn like me - Ah's nut inclined to tell. It's t' bonniest spot in t' country, Fer o' it stands se' heigh, Aye, an' visitors i' hundreds Gads theer way up fra t' sea. Yon Pike seems varra laal fra here But just thee try ta' clim; Afoor lang yan's oot o' puff An t' sweet runs off thi' chin. By Gum! But when yan gits ta' t' top - (If it's owt sek like a day) - Thoo'l see fer ower thirty miles, Aye, an vanner ivvery way. Oh, aye, the'r varra decent fwoak An terrible kind as weel, Ooor missus co' fra Dufton toon An' that ses quite a deal. In Dufton Kirk ya Wissundah, At hoof past yan bet' clock, We tweah war wed amang oour frens Frae Dufton an' fra Knock. Thou mun git a lass frae Dufton An' deeah as weel as me, She'll mak o' sooarts o'stuff ta eat, Like "Berry Keeak" for tea. Apple Dumplins an' Reubarb tarts Yearb puddin', Pez Puddin' an' sek, Wi' Treacle Taffy an' Brandy Snaps, An' hyam-meayde wines to lep. Ah nind (?mind) ya' clashy winters' neet, Twas stoor an' dife an' o------ But gan an git thi ten-o-clocks - Ah dunt tell aw ah kno. H. Deighton. Where's Dufton? (Interpretation) You've never heard of Dufton? Why - where have you lived before? It lies right under Dufton Pike You'll see it from the old barn door. It's a right funny spot is Dufton, And the people inside as well, They are terrible independent like And as hard as that stone wall. If you ever go to Dufton, You had better mind yourself You would never see your hat again If the wind is blowing straight off the fell (mountain). They are non so daft at Dufton If one's got anything to sell, However - you must learn like me - I'm not inclined to tell. It's the prettiest spot in the country, Even though it stands so high, Yes, and visitors in hundreds Wander their way up from the sea That Pike (Hill/small Mountain) seems very small from here But just you try to climb: Before long you are out of breath And the sweat runs off your chin. By Gum! But when you get to the top- (If it is anything like such a day) - You will see for over thirty miles, Yes and nearly every way. Oh! yes, they are very decent folk, And terrible kind as well, My wife comes from Dufton town, And that says quite a lot. In Dufton Church one Wednesday, At half past one by the clock, We two were wed among our friends >From Dufton and from Knock. You must get a girl from Dufton And do as well as me, She'll make all sorts of stuff to eat, Like Berry Cake for tea. Apple Dumplings and Rhubarb tarts Herb Pudding; Pease Pudding and such, With Treacle Toffee and Brandy Snaps And homemade wines to drink. I am reminded of a severe winter's night, It was terrible weather and drifts and all .............................. But go and get your ten-o-clocks - I don't tell all I know. Interpretation of H. Deighton's poem by Judy Jeffrey. 4th June 2009 -----Original Message----- From: eng-westmorland-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-westmorland-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Michael Gregson Sent: 30 May 2009 21:16 To: eng-westmorland@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [ENG-WESTMORLAND] "Where Have They Gone" - Helm Winds Hello Judy, Have just seen your email. I have the whole poem. I do not have it here at home but it is in my History Room up the road in Warcop, Cumbria. where I live. Where do you live and I could photo copy for you tomorrow. . or I could type it out here. Cheers, Michael ----- Original Message ----- 30/09 05:53:00

What a fabulous poem! Thanks so much to Michael for providing the text and for Judy's kind assistance in sending us the words - and, for her translation. I'm going to try to read it to my family; however I'm not certain that I could still pull off the pronunciation to do it proper justice. I must send the text to an uncle who now lives in Australia and get him to read it to me in one of his calls to keep in touch! I'm sure he will be delighted to do so as once upon a time (in what seems like the dim and distant past) he would "lapse" into the local speech just to get me and my two brothers going (i.e. wind us up!). I think we were sure he was speaking another language - a truly impressive state of affairs for my two Canadian-born brothers who would have been about 6 and 7 at the time of our prolonged stay in the land of my birth. Thanks for the memories! Helen -----Original Message----- From: eng-westmorland-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-westmorland-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Judy Jeffrey Sent: June 3, 2009 8:30 AM To: eng-westmorland@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [ENG-WESTMORLAND] "Where Have They Gone" - Helm Winds Dear All, Michael has now sent me the poem and I have typed it out for the list. It has less in about the helm wind than I remembered but it is a real dialect gem. I have also included an interpretation. If any of you locals think some of the words are not quite interpreted right then let me know. It sent my spell check into overdrive!

Thank you for reproducing the poem & its translation. Would you know if the author H. Deighton is the same Harold Deighton who was born in Dufton Hall & wrote to "Beacon" of the Penrith Observer in 1953 with a very brief history of the Hall? David Foster -----Original Message----- From: eng-westmorland-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-westmorland-bounces@rootsweb.com]On Behalf Of Judy Jeffrey Sent: 03 June 2009 13:30 To: eng-westmorland@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [ENG-WESTMORLAND] "Where Have They Gone" - Helm Winds Dear All, Michael has now sent me the poem and I have typed it out for the list. It has less in about the helm wind than I remembered but it is a real dialect gem. I have also included an interpretation. If any of you locals think some of the words are not quite interpreted right then let me know. It sent my spell check into overdrive! Thanks to Michael for sending it and I hope you all enjoy it! Judy. Where's Dufton? Thoo's nivver hard o' Dufton? Wy - where's ta leeved afoor? It ligs reet under Dufton Pike Thoo'll see't fra t'auld barn door. It's a gay queer spot is Dufton, An' t' fwoak inside an o'. The'r treble independent like An' hard as that stean wo! It thoo iver gaas ta Dufton, Thoo'd better mind thisel, Thoo'd nivver see thi hat again If t'winds blowan straight of t'fell. Th'r' nin se' daft at Dufton, If yan's gitten owt ta sell, Oooivver - thoo mun larn like me - Ah's nut inclined to tell. It's t' bonniest spot in t' country, Fer o' it stands se' heigh, Aye, an' visitors i' hundreds Gads theer way up fra t' sea. Yon Pike seems varra laal fra here But just thee try ta' clim; Afoor lang yan's oot o' puff An t' sweet runs off thi' chin. By Gum! But when yan gits ta' t' top - (If it's owt sek like a day) - Thoo'l see fer ower thirty miles, Aye, an vanner ivvery way. Oh, aye, the'r varra decent fwoak An terrible kind as weel, Ooor missus co' fra Dufton toon An' that ses quite a deal. In Dufton Kirk ya Wissundah, At hoof past yan bet' clock, We tweah war wed amang oour frens Frae Dufton an' fra Knock. Thou mun git a lass frae Dufton An' deeah as weel as me, She'll mak o' sooarts o'stuff ta eat, Like "Berry Keeak" for tea. Apple Dumplins an' Reubarb tarts Yearb puddin', Pez Puddin' an' sek, Wi' Treacle Taffy an' Brandy Snaps, An' hyam-meayde wines to lep. Ah nind (?mind) ya' clashy winters' neet, Twas stoor an' dife an' o------ But gan an git thi ten-o-clocks - Ah dunt tell aw ah kno. H. Deighton. Where's Dufton? (Interpretation) You've never heard of Dufton? Why - where have you lived before? It lies right under Dufton Pike You'll see it from the old barn door. It's a right funny spot is Dufton, And the people inside as well, They are terrible independent like And as hard as that stone wall. If you ever go to Dufton, You had better mind yourself You would never see your hat again If the wind is blowing straight off the fell (mountain). They are non so daft at Dufton If one's got anything to sell, However - you must learn like me - I'm not inclined to tell. It's the prettiest spot in the country, Even though it stands so high, Yes, and visitors in hundreds Wander their way up from the sea That Pike (Hill/small Mountain) seems very small from here But just you try to climb: Before long you are out of breath And the sweat runs off your chin. By Gum! But when you get to the top- (If it is anything like such a day) - You will see for over thirty miles, Yes and nearly every way. Oh! yes, they are very decent folk, And terrible kind as well, My wife comes from Dufton town, And that says quite a lot. In Dufton Church one Wednesday, At half past one by the clock, We two were wed among our friends >From Dufton and from Knock. You must get a girl from Dufton And do as well as me, She'll make all sorts of stuff to eat, Like Berry Cake for tea. Apple Dumplings and Rhubarb tarts Herb Pudding; Pease Pudding and such, With Treacle Toffee and Brandy Snaps And homemade wines to drink. I am reminded of a severe winter's night, It was terrible weather and drifts and all .............................. But go and get your ten-o-clocks - I don't tell all I know. Interpretation of H. Deighton's poem by Judy Jeffrey. 4th June 2009 -----Original Message----- From: eng-westmorland-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-westmorland-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Michael Gregson Sent: 30 May 2009 21:16 To: eng-westmorland@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [ENG-WESTMORLAND] "Where Have They Gone" - Helm Winds Hello Judy, Have just seen your email. I have the whole poem. I do not have it here at home but it is in my History Room up the road in Warcop, Cumbria. where I live. Where do you live and I could photo copy for you tomorrow. . or I could type it out here. Cheers, Michael ----- Original Message ----- 30/09 05:53:00 ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-WESTMORLAND-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message