Aw’m Havin’ A Smook Bi Misel’, (John Hartley Poems)
'Aw'm havin' a smook bi misel', Net a soul here to spaik a word to, Aw've noa gossip to hear nor to ...
'Aw'm havin' a smook bi misel', Net a soul here to spaik a word to, Aw've noa gossip to hear nor to ...
I heeard a funny tale last neet,I couldn't howd frae laughin' ;'Twere at t' Bull's Head we chonced to meet,An' ...
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 ...
Awst be better when spring comes, aw think, But aw feel varry sickly an waik,Awve noa relish for mait nor for ...
Awm havin a smook bi misel, Net a soul here to spaik a word to,Awve noa gossip to hear nor to ...
OUT in the west, where runs are wide, And days than ours are hotter,Not very far from Lachlan Side There dwelt a ...
Aw've a treasure yo'd laff if yo saw, But its mem'ries are dear to mi heart;For aw've oft seen it stuck ...
They say 'at its a waste o' brass--a nasty habit too,--A thing 'at noa reight-minded chap wod ivver think to ...
Plain Jane--plain Jane;This wor owd Butterworth's favourite strain: For wealth couldn't buy, Such pleasur an joy.As he had wi his owd plain ...
Th' swallows are buildin ther nests, Jenny, Th' springtime has come with its flowers;Th' fields in ther greenest are drest, Jenny, An ...
At Wibsey Slack lived modest Jack, No daat yo knew him weel;His cheeks wor red, his een wor black, His limbs wor ...
As aw passed Wit'orth chapel 'twor just five o'clock,Aw'd mi can full o' teah, an a bundle o' jock;An aw ...
L'Alpe di Mommio un pallido velamed'ulivi effonde al cielo di giacinto,come un colle dell'isola di Sameo di Zacinto.Il Monte Magno ...
BLAZ1N' STAR, from Boston city -- Yankee goods and kerosene; Foreign crew and cook and master; stout, old-fashioned brigantine. Hamburg-built ...
YOU can dunnage casks o' tallow; you can handle hides an' horn; You can carry frozen mutton; you can lumber ...
South Mountain towered on our right, Far off the river lay,And over on the wooded height We held their line ...
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
Boss Oberseer, Dat BULLUMTIN! Goo' day, boss Plurry 'ot!Bloke tell me writum BULLUMTIN, bin plenty bacca got."You Billy, makum writin'-yabber," ...
The pigeons of the Abbey, the pigeons of Saint Paul's,That woo in windy niches of grey and grimy walls,The pearl-grey ...
I've 'ad, said Dan, "a sight o' curios,But where they've gone, Lord knows!The junk I've packed around, alive an' dead,The ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
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