Owdo me owd butties, well the Flower Show has bin and gone agen, so as summer is over and the nights are drawing in I thought you might like to read a few more sayings that I have gleaned frum Shropshire books and Shropshire folk. They inna all unique to Shropshire but they have all bin used here, now pay attention there mebbe questions later.
He’s in his chair – a storm brewin’
Tighter’n a bung in a barrel – wedged stuck
Darn me liver ‘n’ rags – cursing
I feel like Quaker’s grass – shaking
Keys of heaven – cowslips
I reckon you ‘ull be ready for your coffin afore they ‘ull be ready to make the boards – not long left
Shapin’ for 21 – nearly 21 years owd, age o’maturity
Oh I was born under a fourpenny planet and shall never be worth a groat
A craitchy gate hangs long on the hinges – a sick person’s will to survive
Har bin’ee? – how are you?
I’ll warm your jacket fer you – punish or beat
Danker me! that’s enough chunnerin’ frum me for one day, please feel free to share any of your own and thank’ee muchly to anyone who is still reading this far down, now run along and play nicely,oh and if you like our sayings you might like our mugs ( hint hint) – shroppiemon
