Cornish Nonsense Werses. DAVIES GILBERT (1767-1839), born at St. Erth, P.R.S. The first set of verses is a collection of the names of places in Cornwall, arranged in alternate rhyme by Mr. Davies Gilbert to show the euphony of the ancient Cornish tongue. ELANDRUKYA Cracka Cudna, Carn Kanidgiac Castle-Skudjiac, Skillewadden Trink Polpeor. Pellalith Pellallawortha, Buzzavean Chyponds Boswase, Hendra Grancan Treen Bostraze. Treganebris Embla Bridgia, Tregaminion Fouge Trevidgia, Luggans Vellanvoane Treglisson, CORNISH NONSENSE VERSES. Menagwithers Castlegotha, Carnongrease Trevespanvean, Bone Trengwainton Lethargwean. Stablehobba Balaswhidden, Tringey Trannack Try Trenear, Haltergantic Carnaliezy, Gumford Brunion Nancekeage, Killow Carbus Carn Tretheage. 89 THE next specimen is quoted from DR. BANNISTER'S Glossary of Cornish Names, wherein he says: "But what can be more melodious than the following string of names just put into a sort of song, or nonsense verse, though every name is significant, by old Mr. Le Grice, copied as here given, except the punctuation, from a very old manuscript: "KARNEQUIDEN, Polpenhenna; Amalveor, Polgoon, Bosahan; Tregonebris, Begiltuban; Hallywidden, Walcrouswoola; Clies, Tregerthen, Ambejuah; Amalveor, Drulas, Treneere; Skilewadden, Bougeheere; Pednavounder, Gwills, Carnjue; Trereef, Pednpons, Goongumpus, Treu; Pednaventon, Trewjevean; Chun, Carngwavas, Uskajean; Embla, Chipons, Gwalancrane; Ponsandain, Trengwainton Carne; Drimbejowa, Crousanvra; Killeankar, Boen, Trembah." The Half-peeled Turnip. E. A. DREWE (Major), Exeter. This HE rain it is coming The earth-worms cre lowing pie vonshire toral 1 THE HALF-PEELED TURNIP. The ants, that so crept up the trees, Are all now retired to their nest; Snug in hive stay the flower-loving bees, 'Tis holiday all, and 'tis rest: The rook no more caws in the grove, Nor the wood-dove she maketh her moan; All dull is the season of love, And Corydon's pleasure is flown: For Phillis had promised to meet All down in the dew-sprinkled vale; But he saw not the prints of her feet, He saw not the marks of her pail : 91 The cat he did cock up his tail, He purred, and he rubbed on his leg : "Dear pussy! ah, could I prevail, One favour of thee would I beg. "Go purr, and go rub on my love, She heard the fond shepherd complain, He caught up the cat in his arms, Her summons so proud to obey; For Phillis, dear Phillis, had charms, And so all the shepherds would say. "Dear Phillis," says he, "how d'ye do?" As soon as she heard the swain speak, "Kind shepherd," says she, "how are you?" And the blushes they covered her cheek. "Ah! why would you stay at the door? Ah! why in the rain would you wait? See the poker, it lies on the floor; Pray stir up the coals in the grate." |