All We Had (John Hartley Poems)
It worn't for her winnin ways,Nor for her bonny faceBut shoo wor th' only lass we had,An that quite alters ...
John Hartley Poems on Name (19 Poems)
A Strange Stooary (John Hartley Poems)
Aw know some fowk will call it crime, To put sich stooaries into ryhme,But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty:An if ...
The Dean’s Brother (John Hartley Poems)
A little lad, but thinly clad, All day had roamed the street;With stitled groans and aching bones, He beg'd for bread to ...
Parson Drew Thro’ Pudsey (John Hartley Poems)
I heeard a funny tale last neet,I couldn't howd frae laughin' ;'Twere at t' Bull's Head we chonced to meet,An' ...
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 ...
Th’ Traitle Sop (John Hartley Poems)
Once in a little country taan A grocer kept a shop,And sell'd amang his other things, Prime traitle-drink and pop;Teah, coffee, currans, ...
Th’ First O’Th Sooart (John Hartley Poems)
Aw heeard a funny tale last neet--Aw could'nt howd fro' laffin--'Twor at th' Bull's Heead we chonced to meet,An' spent ...
Alice (John Hartley Poems)
Dear little Alice lay dying;-- I see her as if 'twas to-day,And we stood round her snowy bed, crying, And watching her ...
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 ...
Peevish Poll (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've heeard ov Mary Mischief, An aw've read ov Natterin Nan;An aw've known a Grumlin Judy, An a cross-grained Sarah Ann;But wi' ...
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 ...
Claude (John Hartley Poems)
I named him Claude, 'twas a strange conceit,'Twas a name that no relatives ever bore;Yet there lingered around it a ...
On The Banks Of The Calder (John Hartley Poems)
On Calder's green banks I stroll sadly and lonely, The flowers are blooming, the birds singing sweet,The river's low murmur seems ...
Happy Sam’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Varry monny years ago, when this world wor rather young,A varry wicked sarpent, wi' a varry oily tongue,Whispered summat varry ...
Remorse (John Hartley Poems)
None ever knew I had wronged her, That secret she kept to the end.None knew that our ties had been stronger, Than ...
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 ...
Nivver Heed (John Hartley Poems)
Let others boast ther bit o' brass, That's moor nor aw can do;Aw'm nobbut one o'th' workin class, 'At's strugglin to pool ...
Standhen’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Thou grand old Church of England! Though others raise their voice, And try to stain thy spotless name, Thou still shall be my ...
A ha’p’orth (John Hartley Poems)
Wheear is thi daddy, boy? Wheear is thi mam? What are ta' crying' for, poor little lamb?Dry up thi peepies, pet, ...