Then the shepherds turned to goo, an little Jesus smiled. “Course ee’s tiny, yo saft ayporth,” said the leader, “ee’s new, ay ee?” The shepherds knelt down round the manger an looked. A angel tode we ter cum an see yower babby.” They took off their ats an went in on tip toe. One knocked on the door and Mary called: “Come in.” Someone whispered: “Doh mek such a clatter. Then they eard their mates whistle an they fun em outside a stable built in a cave. An if there’s a new babby, they’ll a the loight on.” Is friend snapped at im: “Why doh yo shut yer moanin? Us two’ll look this soide, an yo pair look the other.” Another said: “It ay much use lookin in stables what’m shut. One on em said: “It’s or roight im sayin we’ll find the babby in a stable, but they’m all over the plairce. They must av or we wouldn’t know it today.Īny road up, they cum to the town. “When we get back we’ll try an get it writ down between we.” “Summat about glory an God in the ighest,” answered is mate. It ay as if we’m important.”Īnother agreed an said: “It wor arf a good tune what they sung, but I cor remember the words, con you?” The shepherds cum down the ill into Bethlehem an they kep on about the angels. They day know owt about angels and they was that frit they all fell on the ground. Suddenly the sky lit up loike bonfire noight, an an angel cum. It was cold, so they was sittin by the fire lettin their dogs do the werk while they ad summat to eat an a smoke. Up in the ills, there was sum shepherds luckin after the sheep. the innkeeper cum with is missus an brought Mary sum ot milk. So Jesus was born, an they wrapped im up tight an put im in the manger what the osses et out on. In the noight, Mary woke Joseph up an said: “The babby’s ere.” If I shift a couple of osses an a camel, you could kip down theer.” Ee said: “We cleaned the stable out after tay, so it ay mucky. The chap scratched his yed, then ee ad an idea. The next un was like it an all, but Joseph said to the chap: “Ain’t there anywhere we can goo? Mar missus is out theer on a donkey, an er’s gooin ter av a babby soon.” There’s that mony on em eere they’m avin ter sleep in the passage.” The bloke what answered said: “Oi cor elp yer. When they got into town, Joseph knocked on the door of an inn an asked for a double room. I keep gettin bricks an sond in me sandals.” “Yo can see the lamps in Bethlehem down the road. So Joseph got the donkey out, put Mary on, an away they went. So we’ve got to traipse all the way to Bethlehem.” Soon after they was married, Joseph cum in an told Mary: “Arv ad a letter from the tax mon, and that Ceasar of Rome says as we’ve got to goo to wheer we was born to be taxed. Sumbody’s got ter av im, or ee wo get born, an yower Mary was picked. “It’s God’s son er’s avin, an is name’s Jesus. “Doh get mad at Mary about the babby,” ee told im. It ay good enough.”Īny road, ee day get is air off, an when ee went ter bed that night, an angel cum to im in a dream. Ee said: “Yor mum wo arf kick up a chow row. When Mary told im about the babby er was having, ee day know what ter think. The chap what Mary was engaged to was called Joseph. “If God says yo’ll av a babby, yo’ll ava a babby, yo will an that’s it. “That dow mek no difference,” ee answered. That shook er, and er looked at im an said: “Doh be saft. Yo’m gooin ter av a babby,” said the angel. “Oom yow?” er asked, “yow day arf gie me a tern.” Er wor arf surprised and nearly fell off er chair. One day er mom went out an er was left do do the ousewerk.Īll a sudden the room went all bright and when er turned round er saw somebody stondin by the winder. There was this girl called Mary and er lived in a place called Nazareth. When Londoner Michael Prescott came to the Black Country in the 1960s he discovered this unique dialect while teaching the children at Sunday school.Įvery week he would encourage the children to tell stories from the Bible in their own words, leading him to put together this unique Black Country version of the Nativity story, which he said used most of the children’s own words. Today, in the area around Colour Cubed, you can still hear the Black Country dialect which preserves many archaic traits of Chaucer’s English and can be very confusing for outsiders. It is famous for its beer and pork scratchings, faggots and peas and of course Slade. The Black Country gets its name from the Victorian furnace-filled landscape of ‘black by day and red by night’ that was the inspiration for JRR Tolkien’s land of Mordor in the Lord of the Rings. However, you won’t see it named on any map and there is no main town. The Black Country is a unique part of the United Kingdom: it has its own flag, has its own dialect, and over 1,000,000 citizens describe themselves as from The Black Country.
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