Whang, a leathern string, a Winsome, hearty, vaunted,
piece of cheese, bread, &c. to give the strappado. Whare, where; Whare'er, wherever.
Wheep, to fly nimbly, to jerk; penny-wheep, small-beer. Whase, whose.
Whatreck, nevertheless. Whid, the motion of a hare, running but not frighted, a lie.
Whidden, running as a hare or coney.
Whigmeleeries, whims, fan-
cies, crotchets.
Whingin, crying, complain-
ing, fretting.
Whirligigums, useless orna-
ments, trifling appendages.
Whissle, a whistle, to whistle.
Whisht, silence; to hold one's
whisht, to be silent.
Whisk, to sweep, to lash.
Whiskit, lashed.
Whitter, a hearty draught of
liquor.
Whunstane, a whinstone.
Whyles, whiles, sometimes.
Wi', with.
Wick, to strike a stone in an oblique direction, a term in curling.
Wicker, willow (the smaller sort).
Wiel, a small whirlpool. Wife, a diminutive or endearing term for wife. Wimple, to meauder. Wimpl't, meandered. Wimplin, waving, meandering.
Win, to win, to winnow. Win't, winded, as a bottom of
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Wintle, a staggering motion;
to stagger, to reel.
Winze, an oath.
Wiss, to wish.
Withoutten, without.
Wizen'd, hide-bound, dried,
shrunk.
Wonner, a wonder, a con-
temptuous appellation.
Wons, dwells.
Woo', wool.
Woo, to court, to make love
Woodie, a rope, more properly one made of withs or willows.
Wooer-bub, the garter knotted below the knee with a couple of loops. Wordy, worthy. Worset, worsted. Wow, an exclamation of pleasure or wonder. Wrack, to teaze, to vex. Wraith, a spirit, a ghost: an apparition exactly like a living person, whose appearance is said to forebode the person's approaching death.
Wrang, wrong, to wrong. Wreeth, a drifted heap of
C. WHITTINGHAM, Printer, 103, Goswell Street.
of a the arts the wind can flaw.
" drasty like the west,
For there the bonny lossie was
The lapio I love best.
There wild wes do grow, rivers sow,
and money a Will berwen
Buck day I might my fancy's flight,
Is west we my gram.
I se her in the dawy flowers,
I see her sweet & fair"
I hear her in the tuneful birds,
I hear her charm the air.
I here's not a bonnie flower that springs,
By fountain, show or green,
Theres not a bonnie bird that sings.
Bout minds me of my geam!
C Logan sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willie's bride,
And year's serisque have der us ruse,
Like Logan to the dimmer duw.
But now they flow by banks appear.
Likes drumlie winter, dark & dreams,
dear lad maun face his faes,
Again the merry month of May,
Has made our hills & valley's gay:
The birds rejoice in leaty, bowvers."
The bees heend round the breathing flowers,
soul, delightless a surveys,
2. { For Millies for frav dogan braces }-
Blithe 7/
morning lifts his rosy eye,
sand evering's hears are tears of joy. I
Within
in you milker hite hawthorn bush,
Amang her nestlings sits the thrush,
Her faithfu make will share her boil,
Br wit his song her cares bequile:
While I we my sweet nurselings here,
Nae make to help, nae mate to cheer,
Pass widow'd nights joyless days,
While Willie's for frax Logan brais
I wae afron you men o stake,
That wettiren rouse to deadly hate,
As ge make mony a fond he art mourn,
fac may it on your heads returns!
How can your flinky hearts enjoy.
The widow's Wears the orphan's cry
But soon may freau bring hafifly days
And Willie, same to Logan braces
Steng by Emily Julon
Easter week. Blendon, 1845
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