Yer Bewer’s Well Smart: A Guide To The English Spoken in England’s Lake District
The Lake District in the Cumbrian region of North Western England is one of the country’s most popular tourist attractions.
However, did you know that the region has its own bank of vocabulary and expressions that is quite different to the English spoken in London?
Here’s a guide to the English spoken in Cumbria that will help you out should you decide to go North on a trip to England.
Ave you heard the crack? Is the same as Have you heard the gossip?
If you are referred to as someone’s cous (short for cousin), it’s ok, they are calling you their friend. You might also be called a marra.
Gattered means to be drunk.
If someone says they are in fine fettal, it means they are in good form.
If someone asks you for scordy, put the kettle on because they are asking for tea.
Yer bewer’s well smart (or tidy) means your girlfriend is attractive.
Grotts means underpants.
Trousers are called keks.
Dookers are swimming trunks.
If you are called an offcomer, it means you are new to Cumbria.
If someone asks you for a bar, they are looking for a pound sterling.
A child is often referred to as a bairn.
To steal something is called to chore.
To vomit it called to chunder.
If someone wants to clout you, run away quickly. It means he/she wants to hit you.
A dial means a face as does fizzog.
Giz (or give us a…) means give me a…..
If you are jipped, it means ripped off.
Lecky means electricity.
If you hear someone talk about a lowie cowie, they are referring to an ATM cashpoint.
You might hear a girl called a mott.
A neb is a nose.
If something is ladgeful, it is embarrassing.
A screeve is a car.
One of The Lake Districts most famous inhabitants was the poet William Wordworth. Let’s enjoy one of his most famous poems I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.
What words does the poet use to describe the beauty of the Lake District?
What feelings does he evoke in the reader with the images he creates?
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils
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