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More Ulsterisms |
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to write how the women of Ulster speak. My renditions have been selected
not so much for what they said, or for their profundity, rather for the
way they said it, and their lively and caustic use of the English language.
I place on record women's effusions when shopping ("Them roses are that
real lookin' you'd think they were fake"), gossiping, chatting in the bus,
talking to the woman next door, waiting in a supermarket queue, or exasperated
by a husband ("Steak's far too dear for an oul lad who only lies in bed
and plays bowls"). Who is most likely to have exclaimed, 'He's the
kind of man you have to take the right way - by the throat'? Who
is most liable to have made the complaint, 'It hasn't stopped raining since
it started'? Who runs a fair chance to having declared, 'The look
that woman gives you is like a poultice of hot cinders'? And, who
in all probability grumbled, 'I'm all behind this morning'?
Where I to say that the answer in every case is a lady, I would be cracked, to us the Ulster idiom. Each help to underline the message that the feminine contribution to the zest of everyday speech in Ulster is more formidable than us ladies are given credit for. When it comes from a woman's lips the overhead comment will often be more colourful, more caustic and more quotable than if it wee a male utterance. This is incontrovertible! In my rambling, my aim is to stress the unique quality of the observations chosen ("He was worse many a time than the time he died"). I do not seek to demonstrate whether or not a woman's tongue is the sharper or the more penetrating than a man's but it is, without a doubt, a lot more colourful - nae - graphic. To all my sources which include some of my nearest and dearest relatives and friends - I am genuinely grateful! "She was the
colour of a livin' corpse," is definitely more expressive than 'She wasn't
looking very well.'
It is safe to say that scenic delights are not the only attractions Northern Ireland offers the visitor. The women-folk can be relied on to say a mouthful almost every time they speak, as was the case with the mother watching her children paddling in the sea on a windy afternoon: "I'm dead scared of them bein' cowped by one of them title waves. I'd be beside myself." Translated into the mother was frightened that her children would be swept away by a wave and that in her horror, she wouldn't know what to do! "You could
tell she was well brought up by the way she always rifts behine her hand,"
shows an enthusiasm for the niceties of social behaviour! It is important
to know that the lady was troubled with "the wind" and did all she could
to conceal it. "You'll only be gettin' a mouthful in your hand but
it'll keep the heart in you till the table's set," simply means that the
table won't be laid!
Dining out has elements of its own in Ulster. A shopping interlude over a cup of tea provides an excuse equaled only by a chat over the garden fence, at the corner of the street or under a hair dryer. Two women in a cafe, waiting to be served, were discussing television repeats and one asked, "Do you like Mickey Rooney?" "I'd rather have spaghetti." was the reply! "Isn't there
a quare drap in the nights?"- means the nights are getting coder!
Lastly, my thanks go to my great-aunt Audrey who was from County Armagh and had left her native town to live in Belfast. She took ill and told her sister (my great-aunt Enid) when she visited her in the hospital, "If anything happens to be it would break my heart to think I'd be buried in Belfast. If I live till I die, I'll be buried in Tynan, should I have to walk it myself." I hope you understand AND enjoy my ramblings! Look forward to talking to you next month - may your giving hand never fail you. Siaryn Duggan |