An Old Man’s Christmas Morning (John Hartley Poems)
Its a long time sin thee an' me have met befoor, owd lad,-- Soa pull up thi cheer, an sit daan, for ...
John Hartley Poems on Mothers (20 Poems)
Who Cares? (John Hartley Poems)
Down in a cellar cottage In a dark and lonely street,Was sat a widow and her boy, With nothing left to eat.The ...
Billy Bumble’s Bargain (John Hartley Poems)
Young Billy Bumble bowt a pig, Soa aw've heeard th' neighbors say;An monny a mile he had to trig One sweltin' summer ...
Th’ Little Black Hand (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's a spark just o'th tip o' mi pen,An' it may be poetical fire;An' suppoase 'at it is'nt--what then?Wod yo ...
What It Is To Be A Mother (John Hartley Poems)
A'a, dear! what a life has a mother! At leeast, if they're hamper'd like me,Thro' mornin' to neet ther's some bother, An' ...
Cocky’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Lord John and John Lord were both born on a day, But their fortunes were different quite; Lord John was decked out ...
Stop At Hooam (John Hartley Poems)
"Tha wodn't goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel?My een at th' varry thowts grow dim-- Aw connot say farewell.Tha ...
Heather Bells (John Hartley Poems)
Ye little flowrets, wild an free, Yo're welcome, aye as onny!Ther's but few seets 'at meet mi ee 'At ivver seem as ...
Red Stockin (John Hartley Poems)
Shoo wor shoeless, an shiverin, an weet,-- Her hair flyin tangled an wild:Shoo'd just been browt in aght o'th street, Wi drink ...
Come Thi Ways In (John Hartley Poems)
Come thi ways in, an God bless thi, lad! Come thi ways in, for thar't welcome, joy!A'a! tha'rt a shockin young ...
All On A Christmas Morning (John Hartley Poems)
The wind it blew cold, and the ice was thick, Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts grew;A young mother lay in her ...
Did Yo Ivver! (John Hartley Poems)
"Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn, "Here's a bonny to do! aw declare!Aw wor nivver soa capt sin th' ...
Awr Dooad (John Hartley Poems)
Her ladyship's getten a babby,-- An they're makkin a famous to do,--They say,--Providence treated her shabby-- Shoo wor fairly entitled to two.But ...
A True Tale (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's a Squire lives at th' Hall 'at's lukt up to, As if he wor ommost a god.He's hansum, he's rich, ...
Dooant Forget The Old Fowks (John Hartley Poems)
Dooant forget the old fowks,-- They've done a lot for thee;Remember tha'd a mother once, Who nursed thi on her knee.A father ...
That Christmas Puddin (John Hartley Poems)
Ha weel aw remember that big Christmas puddin,That puddin mooast famous ov all in a year;When each lad at th' ...
Th’ Lad ‘At Loves His Mother (John Hartley Poems)
Aw like to see a lot o' lads All frolicsome an free,An hear ther noisy voices, As they run an shaat wi' ...
Th’ Little Stranger (John Hartley Poems)
Little bonny, bonny babby, How tha stares, an' weel tha may,For its but an haar, or hardly, Sin' tha furst saw th' ...
Rollickin’ Jack (John Hartley Poems)
I know a workin' lad, His hands are hard an' rough,His cheeks are red an' braan, But I like him weel enough.His ...
My Lass (John Hartley Poems)
Fairest lass amang the monny, Hair as black as raven, O.Net another lass as bonny, Lives i'th' dales ov Craven, O.City lasses ...