Love and Pie (J A Carill Poems)
Whin I gor hoired et Beacon Farm a year last Martinmas,I fund we'd gor a vory bonny soort o' kitchen ...
Whin I gor hoired et Beacon Farm a year last Martinmas,I fund we'd gor a vory bonny soort o' kitchen ...
I know a workin' lad, His hands are hard an' rough,His cheeks are red an' braan, But I like him weel enough.His ...
I is i' truth a coontry youth,Nean used to Lunnon fashions;Yet vartue guides, an' still presidesOwer all my steps an' ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle ...
It's hard when fowks can't finnd their wark Wheer they've bin bred an' born; When I were young ...
Why! Bobbie, so thou's coom agean! I'm fain to see thee here;It's lang sin I've set een on thee, ...
I'd walk frae here to Skipton, Ten mile o' clarty(1) lanes,If I might see him face to face ...
One yeer owder, one yeer dearer: That's what I sal awlus say.Draw thy chair a little nearer, Put ...
Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca, I'm fain to see thee here, A Devon lass to fill my glass ...
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