Th’ State O’ Th’ Poll. A Nop Tickle Illusion (John Hartley Poems)
Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, Ov that yo may be sewer;Shoo had her trubbles tho', alas! An th' biggest wor her ...
Poems about coss (17 Poems)
Billy Bumble’s Bargain (John Hartley Poems)
Young Billy Bumble bowt a pig, Soa aw've heeard th' neighbors say;An monny a mile he had to trig One sweltin' summer ...
The Old Bachelor’s Story (John Hartley Poems)
It was an humble cottage, Snug in a rustic lane,Geraniums and fuschias peep'd From every window-pane;The dark-leaved ivy dressed its walls, Houseleek adorned ...
Lamentin’ An Repentin’ (John Hartley Poems)
Awst be better when spring comes, aw think, But aw feel varry sickly an waik,Awve noa relish for mait nor for ...
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' ...
Th’ Honest Hard Worker (John Hartley Poems)
It's hard what poor fowk mun put up wi'! What insults an snubs they've to tak!What bowin an scrapin's expected, If a ...
Done Agean (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've a rare lump o' beef on a dish, We've some bacon 'at's hung up o' th' thack,We've as mich gooid ...
Persevere (John Hartley Poems)
What tho' th' claads aboon luk dark, Th' sun's just waitin to peep throo;Let us buckle to awr wark, For ther's lots ...
Aw Wodn’t For All Aw Could See (John Hartley Poems)
Why the dickens do some fowk keep thrustin, As if th' world hadn't raam for us all?Wi consarn an consait they're ...
Lads An Lasses (John Hartley Poems)
Lads an lasses lend yor ears Unto an old man's rhyme,Dooant hurry by an say wi' sneers, It's all a waste o' ...
Shoo’s Thi Sister (John Hartley Poems)
(Written on seeing a wealthy townsman rudely pusha poor little girl off the pavement.)Gently, gently, shoo's thi sister, Tho' her clooas ...
What Wor It? (John Hartley Poems)
What wor it made me love thee, lass? Aw connot tell;Aw know it worn't for thi brass;-- Tho' poor miselAw'd moor nor ...
Ike’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Let us have a jolly spree, An' wi' joy an' harmonie, Let the merry moments flee, For mi love's come back. O, the days ...
Prime October (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's some fowk like watter, An others like beer;It doesn't mich matter, If ther heead is kept clear.But to guzzle an swill, As ...
Lines, On Startling A Rabbit (John Hartley Poems)
Whew!--Tha'rt in a famous hurry! Awm nooan baan to try to catch thi!Aw've noa dogs wi' me to worry Thee poor thing,--aw ...
Mi Love’s Come Back (John Hartley Poems)
Let us have a jolly spree,An wi' joy an harmonie,Let the merry moments flee, For mi love's come back.O, the days ...
Dad’s Lad (John Hartley Poems)
Little patt'rin, clatt'rin feet,Runnin raand throo morn to neet;Banishin mi mornin's nap,--Little bonny, noisy chap,--But aw can't find fault yo ...