Manx tea towel with the poem Traa dy Liooar from the Isle of Man
Learn all about the Manx saying "Traa dy Liooar" from this amusing tea towel
HERE'S a wickad little falla that goes among us here,
An' the wickadness thass at him is tellin' far an'near;
He's prowlin' in the haggart an' in at every dhure,
An' coaxin' an' persuadin',-an' his name is Traa-dy-Liooar.
The house is all through others, the childher's late for school,
The man is spendin' all his time in lookin' for a tool,
The wumman's tired thremendjus with clearin' up the flure,
An' the wan that's doin' all the jeel is wickad Traa-dy-Liooar.
The fields is full of cushag, the gates is darned with gorse,
You'll hardly see the harness for the mire upon the horse;
The cows is shoutin' shockin', an' puzzlin' them for sure,
Is the waitin' doin' on them at that tejus Traa-dy-Liooar.
There's a power of foes within us, and enemies without,
But the wan that houls the candle is that little lazy lout;
So just you take an' scutch him, an' put him to the dhure,
An' navar let him in again, that tejus Traa-dy-Liooar.