Bless ’em! (John Hartley Poems)
O, the lasses, the lasses, God bless 'em!His heart must be hard as a stooan'At could willingly goa an distress ...
O, the lasses, the lasses, God bless 'em!His heart must be hard as a stooan'At could willingly goa an distress ...
I thought the deacon liked me, yit I warn't adzackly shore of it-- Fer, mind ye, time and time agin, When jiners 'ud ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
An'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be Yer—wedded—wife?— . . . O, strike me! Will I wot?Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! As if ...
'Er pore dear Par. she sez, "'e kept a store";An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor. "'Twas ...
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!See our tears repentant streamin'!See the pearly drops a-gleamin', Streamin' from our rheumy eye!Mark our weskits ...
She sung a song; an' I sat silent there,Wiv bofe 'ands grippin' 'ard on me chair; Me 'eart, that yesterdee ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
A MERMAID'S not a human thing, An' courtin' sich is folly; Of flesh an' blood I'd rather sing, What ain't ...
I went and worked in a drippin' mine'Mong the rock and the oozin' wood,For the dark it seemed lit with ...
A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things,An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings;O, it's ...
Her hair was dark and curly, floatin' to the saddle bow,Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was ...
We were sittin' there, and smokin' of our pipes, discussin' thingsLike taxes, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin' ...
We were settin' there an' smokin' of our pipes, discussin' things,Like licker, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin'thrones o' kings,When ...
I used to lose my temper an' git mad an' tear aroundAn' raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble ...
I liked the way we used to do, when cattle was plenty and folks was few.The people gathered frum ...
As I was a-crossin' the Abercrombie Mountains,I met Sir Frederick Pottinger, and his money he was countin'.I first drew me ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
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