A blue-devilled fellow at Coniston said he could not stay in his house
because there was _flayan_ in it. “Ey,” said his mother, “If there
isn’t there will be—there ’ill be empty cupboards, ther needn’t be wār
_flayan_ nor that!”
Fletherin, S, Flattering.
“_Fletherin_ fowk’s maistly fause fowk.“—Proverb.
Flipe, C, a hat rim.
A retired sea-captain at Whitehaven used to be called ”_Flipy_
Fisher,” on account of his broad brim.
Flyte, S and C, scold.
“An’ gin she tak’ the thing amiss,
E’en let her _flyte_ her fill, Jo.”
Song—Steer her up.
Font, C, fond, foolishly attached, “spooney.”
“Whey, Gworge, thou’s owder feul or _font_,
To think o’ sec a frow.”
_Anderson._ Betty Brown.
Foorsett, C, to get in front of and face, to intercept.
A ghost used to haunt the “Crossgates” in Lamplugh, of which it was
said, “Whativer way folk turns it _foorsetts_ them.”
Footh and Foothy, S and C, abundance, well provided, plentifully
stocked.
“He’s brought _footh_ o’ foreign trash,
An’ dibbled it in our yairdie.”
Song—The wee wee German Lairdie.
“It’s a _foothy_ hoose is Betty Turnbull’s.”
Said by old Cuddy Wilson at Workington.
Foregather, S, meet.
“To bear the milk-bowie nae pain was to me,
When I at the buchtin’ _foregathered_ wi’ thee.”
_Ramsay._ The Gentle Shepherd.
Forfouchten, S, over fatigued, exhausted.
“I’m but like a _forfouchten_ hound
Has been fechtin’ in a dirty syke.”
Ballad.—Hobbie Noble.
Fratch, C, quarrel.
“He’s just a _fratchin_’, feightin’ feul.”
_Anderson._ Dick Watters.
Fusionless, S, pithless, insipid.
“God! the aul’ doited body’s as _fusionless_ as a docken!”
_Michael Scott._ Tom Cringle’s Log.