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John C Stott

Born at Bank Top Farm, Eccleshill in 1929. Left School at the age of14,then worked on various farms until I was 40, then worked as Grounds man and Caretaker for North Yorkshire. As of 2004 my wife and have been married for 52 years with three lovely daughters, retired of course and living in Harrogate.


T'Car Boot Sale

Reynard by John C Stott Listen to this verse read by Kevin Wilde

I gat up early one morning, looking out onít winda to see,
Theer a fox eting chickens int en run, an I eddent a gun by me,
So ah pulled on my britches quite sprightly, ran darn the stairs in a rush,
Then from behint doour grabbed a andal from offína farm yard brush.

By-gow as I hoppened the door, the old fox got wind on me-sel
I chased him ito a corner, thou would have thowt ar wer ringing chush bell
Stick flew artín mi an in a hurry, but Reynard the foxy old sod
Slid reight tween mi bolegged Pins. Chased off as if he wer god.

Theer were chickens laid all around, with heads flung far an wide,
But I hednít finished with old Reynard, a nuther neet Iíd etta bide
Later that day intít en run, I took me-self wi some string
I thowt, what a pity to forfit that en wi nobbut one wing.

I sammed up that hen, O so gently, her time on this earth soon to close
Took er inside to the en house, out of the string made a noose
Tide it rahnd er leg unsuspecting. The light were now fading fast
Soa put the hen onít perch now, to let it think of its past.

Tuther end onít string ah did a peg that held up the bob
Na on my reckoning and reasoning. When that fox does open itís Gob,
An grabs hodít chicken. Theer perching, anít peg and the bob gi way
My scheme will aí wurked on old Reynard, now that heís in theer to stay.

I suppose on thy reckonin and reason. Thouíd think the old fox I would kill,
But my mind thou naws nowt about. So Iíll leave thi to ponder my will
Is the fox that slaughtered me chickens. Is He roamin abroad or now dead.

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Tí Car Boot Sale by John C Stott Listen to this verse read by Kevin Wilde

Aít fust leet it wor sunny an warm onít grass
Those travellers cam theear jus fur brass
Vehicles theear did enter, bulging aítí seams
Setting up their tables, singly an Ií teeams.

Rubbish- weng auts,-lavish things wur theear too,
Buyers beware, moast things are worn through,
Jugs,pans an kettles.electric stuff abouní
Buks galore Ďn trinkets,scattered orl arouní

Plants bi tí undred,-- cheap statuettes,
I av alsoa seen at times drenched through cigarettes
Mangy fur coats angin, fra a rickety owd stan
A violin once used bi eur na redundant ban

Young fowk are theear!, tí owd folk long sin gone,
Granddads owd toolbox,ín grandmas parasolí
Little owd relics treasured ahím sure
na kicking abart onít muddy wet floor.

Tí weathers tunin, its startin to rain
Stall odders scurrying, full un distain,
Naí ta move things ofín a wet through stall.
Now Jonnyís inít car starting to bawl.

One woman a plastic bag on er ed,
Tuther one wishing shu wer back oam ií bed
A wunnerful keyboard there onít side,
Dripping wi watter fra entry to hide.

Nussary men theear laughing wií glee,
Een though wet through upít knee,
ĎIs plants they are thriving, looking quite well,
Shrivelled up yesterday? Na no one can tell.

Naít buyers are going out onít field,
Sellers-well-theyíve Ďed not much yield,
One fella, wi watter is at brim so full
Above Ďim was overing, an owd white seagull!

Toa dump orl ar rubbish fra one ta another
Hopin a bargain to tak Ďooam ta mother
Well! may-be next week things will improve,
Afta orl weaíar na ont move,