A Brussen Bubble (John Hartley Poems)
Bet wor a stirrin, strappin lass, Shoo lived near Woodus Moor;--An varry keen shoo wor for brass, Tho little wor her stoor.Shoo'd ...
Poems about browt (20 Poems)
Heart Brokken (John Hartley Poems)
He wor a poor hard workin lad, An shoo a workin lass,An hard they tew'd throo day to day, For varry little ...
A Cold Dooas (John Hartley Poems)
One neet aw went hooam, what time aw can't tell,But it must ha been lat, for awd th' street to ...
Reeth Bartle Fair (John Harland Poems)
This mworning as I went to wark, I met Curly just coomin' heame;He had on a new flannin sark An' he saw ...
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 ...
Awr Lad. (John Hartley Poems)
Beautiful babby! Beautiful lad! Pride o' thi mother and joy o' thi dad!Full ov sly tricks an sweet winnin ways;-- Two cherry ...
Mary Jane (John Hartley Poems)
One Easter Mundy, for a spree,To Bradforth, Mary Jane an me,Decided we wod tak a jaunt,An have a dinner wi ...
A Neet When Aw’ve Nowt To Do (John Hartley Poems)
Why lad, awm sewer tha'rt ommost done, This ovvertime is killin;'Twor allus soa sin th' world begun, They put o' them at's ...
Tom Grit (John Hartley Poems)
He'd a breet ruddy face an a laffin e'e,An his shoolders wer brooad as brooad need be;For each one he ...
Plain Jane (John Hartley Poems)
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’ Lesser Evil (John Hartley Poems)
Young Harry wor a single chap, An wod have lots o' tin,An monny a lass had set her cap, This temptin prize ...
My Polly (John Hartley Poems)
My Polly's varry bonny, Her een are black an breet;They shine under her raven locks, Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet.Her little ...
Robin Hood and the Potter (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Fitt I.In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschoms on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syngYn wodys merey now. Herkens, ...
Johnny Green’s Wedding, And Description Of Manchester College (Anonymous British Poems)
Neaw lads where ar yo beawn so fast,Yo happun ha no yerd whot's past;Au gettun wed sin au'r here last, ...
Go, tak thi ragg’d childer an’ flit (Ben Brierley Poems)
Has eawr Jammy bin here to-neet?Oh! theaw'rt theer, theau great drunken slotchIt's strange if au nowt elze to doBo' ha' ...
Elegy on the Death of a Frog (David Lewis Poems)
Ya summer day when I were mowin', When flooers of monny soorts were growin', Which fast befoor my scythe fell ...
The Bells of Kirkby Overblow (F W Moorman Poems)
Draw back my curtains, Mary, An' oppen t' windey wide;Ay, ay, I know I'm deein', While to-morn I'll ...
Sheffield Cutler’s Song (Abel Bywater Poems)
Coom all you cutlin' heroes, where'ersome'er you be, All you what works at flat-backs, coom listen unto me; ...
Come to thy Gronny, Doy (Ben Preston Poems)
Come to thy gronny, doy, come to thy gronny, Bless thee, to me tha'rt as pratty as onny; Mutherlass barn ...
Lile Dode (F W Moorman Poems)
The Lord's bin hard on me, Sir, He's stown my barn away.O dowly, dowly was that neet ...