Daft Maggie (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
DON'T go there at cockshut. None on us goBy yon track, for it's haunted. Didn't you know-Up on Scragg Head ...
DON'T go there at cockshut. None on us goBy yon track, for it's haunted. Didn't you know-Up on Scragg Head ...
Coom, stop at yam to-neet, Bob, Dean't gan oot onnywhere: Thoo gets thisel t' leeast vex'd, lad, When ...
T' ground rises brantly to nor'-east,Wi' t' walls zigzaggin' ower t' intake-T' walls 'at wur builded first by t' Danes,Girt ...
I coom all der vay from Liverpool roun' der HornTo 'Freesco; ve voss hunder an' fifty day on der passage;Forty ...
THERE'S no better dog nor Hardcastle's Rake:Not a hundred guineas would Hardcastle take.For his wall-eyed dog: an' Ben is a ...
Hans reitet troo de Nederland, From Rotterdam below, To Gravenhaag und Leyden Und Haarlem - all a row; He shtoodit ...
DOT vos a schwartz ZigeunerDot on a viddle played, Und oonderneat' a fenster He mak't a serenade. Dot vos a ...
Schunava, ke baschno del a godla, Schunava Paschomaskro. Te del miro Dewel tumen Dschavena Bachtallo. Schunava opre to ruka Chiriklo ...
HOW mony times have I told theeNiver to fasten t' stable doorAt t' edge o' dark on t' shortenin' neets?Leave ...
IT'S nobbut cock-leet, Sweetheart! Hast come by Yorla Moor?Whya, Lad! thoo mun be famished! I' Muther's cheeany crockAre spice-loaves an' ...
O! What do ye wesh i' the beck, awd wench? Is it watter ye lack at heame? It's nobbut ...
EMMA JANE, Emma Jane, did iver you seeLikes o' her! Some folk is terrible proudOf a piano an' all. I'll ...
NEET wur murky an' wild an' starless,West wind beldered an' yelled,When owd Joe Hutchinson watched wi' his lanternOutside t' Cathole ...
COOM, Cush-Luve, coom, thoo should be in thi byreBy t' edge o' dark,Instead o' gettin' thisen mucked in mire.Noo, just ...
LAST winter, after sundown,I'd spend an hour or soHelpin' thee wash up tea-things;Aa! how those hours would go!Last spring, of ...
Last winter, after sundown,I'd spend an hour or soHelpin' thee wash up tea-things;Aa! how those hours wud go!Last Spring, of ...
TOM finished t' oak chest he wur carvin' When leddies-smock coom into flower;An' he passed away, Woe worth the day! ...
Eh! Thoo's a seet wi' thi bandaged headAn' collar-bone broke! Why do lads playSike gaumless games? Coom thi ways to ...
TAKE a twig of rowan,Bind it wiv a redSilken thread;Stir up t' cream wiv it,In a bit,T' butter will coomAn' ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy. Proputty, proputty, ...
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