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Songs of the Ridings

Chapter 24: The Courting Gate
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The collection contains twenty-five dialect poems, mainly dramatic monologues and character sketches that portray Yorkshire peasants, artisans, and farmers. Using local speech and rural scenes—farm work, hearthside gatherings, lamplighters, and seasonal customs—the verses evoke community life, regional pride, and anxieties about education and social change. The poems aim to make poetry accessible to working people by preserving local voice and rendering individual psychology through plain, dramatic address, showing both affectionate observation and critical reflection.

The Courting Gate

There’s dew upon the meadows,
    An’ bats are wheelin’ high;
The sun has set an hour sin’,
    An’ evenin’ leet’s i’ t’ sky.
Swalows i’ t’ thack are sleepin ,
    Neet-hawks are swift on t’ wing,
An’ grey moths gethers honey
    Amang the purple ling .
        O coom an’ meet me, Mally,
        O coom an’ greet me, Mally,
    Meet me, greet me, at the courtin’ gate.

The fire-leet casts thy shadow
    Owerthwart the kitchen wall;
It’s dancin’ up an’ doon, lass,
    My heart does dance an’ all.
Three times I’ve gien oor love-call
    To bring my bird to t’ nest.
When wilt a coom, my throstle,
    An’ shelter on my breast?
        O coom an’ meet me, Mally,
        O coom an’ greet me, Mally,
    Meet me, greet me, at the courtin’ gate.

I’ve wrowt all t’ day at t’ harvist,
    But ivery hour seemed sweet,
Acause I thowt I’d haud thee
    Clasped i’ my airms to-neet.
Black Bess she raked aside me
    An’ leuked at me an’ smiled;
I telled her I loved Mally,
    It made her despert wild.
        O coom an’ meet me, Mally,
        O coom an’ greet me, Mally,
    Meet me, greet me, at the courtin’ gate.

Thy shadow’s gone frae t’ kitchen,
    T’ hoose-door is oppened wide.
It’s she, my viewly Mally,
    The lass I’ll mak my bride.
White lilies in her garden,
    Fling oot your scent i’ t’ air,
An’ mingle breath wi’ t’ roses
    I’ve gethered for her hair.
        O let me haud thee, Mally,
        O let me faud thee, Mally,
    Haud thee, faud thee, at the courtin’ gate.