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I Was Born A Scouser, In Liverpool…


I was born in Liverpool one Monday bright,
But the dialect is something that I have to say;
Is a funny one, which all people love!
Though I have no idea why, to this day?

‘Cos we don't use the' ing's' after words like ‘things'…
And stuff that end in letters like ‘that'!
We never sound our ‘H''s' either!
Cos we say; ‘at', instead of ‘hat!'

And you know when we say ‘and'?
Well, we don't, we just say ‘an'…
And ‘yes' to us, is simply, ‘yeah',
Why do we do it? Well, cos we can!

And we say ‘ye' instead of ‘you',
That's part of our slang chat you see,
But don't worry or fret if you don't understand,
Cos we understand all, an' we all agree!

And we say stuff like ‘mucker' for ‘mate',
And I guess mate to many is; ‘friend',
But we say funny stuff like that, as I said,
And you wouldn't understand letters we send!

Cos if I was writing you a letter,
This is how it would go…
And don't forget, we miss off some parts,
But still our dialect does flow!

Like so!

‘Eh up lad, ow are ye,
Can ye understand me werds?
Or is it a waste of time again?
Cos these werds you've never ‘eard!!!
An if I write ye another letter temorrer,
Would ye understand that one as well?
Nah, I bet ye wouldn't really would ye?
Cos I can really sorta tell!'

Cos it's very different you see!
But we do ok up here in the ‘pool',
And you want to know how to talk like us?
We've got our own special rule!

It's called;

Lern ‘ow te talk Scouse!

One little book, a zillion words!

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