An Old Man’s Christmas Morning (John Hartley Poems)
Its a long time sin thee an' me have met befoor, owd lad,-- Soa pull up thi cheer, an sit daan, for ...
Its a long time sin thee an' me have met befoor, owd lad,-- Soa pull up thi cheer, an sit daan, for ...
Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, Ov that yo may be sewer;Shoo had her trubbles tho', alas! An th' biggest wor her ...
Aw know some fowk will call it crime, To put sich stooaries into ryhme,But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty:An if ...
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 ...
One neet aw went hooam, what time aw can't tell,But it must ha been lat, for awd th' street to ...
Ye little flowrets, wild an free, Yo're welcome, aye as onny!Ther's but few seets 'at meet mi ee 'At ivver seem as ...
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' ...
Yo fowk 'at's some brass to invest, Luk sharp an mak th' best ov yor chonce!Aw'll gie yo a tip,--one o'th' ...
Tha'rt a rough en;--aye tha art,--an aw'll betJust as ready. Tha ne'er lived as a pet, Aw can tell.Ther's noa mistress ...
Have yo seen mi bonny Mary, Shoo lives at Skircoit Green;An old fowk say a fairer lass Nor her wor nivver seen.An ...
Another!--well, my bonny lad, A'w wodn't send thee back;Altho' we thowt we hadn't raam, Tha's fun some in a crack.It maks me ...
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' ...
Life's pathway is full o' deep ruts, An we mun tak gooid heed lest we stumble;Man is made up of "ifs" ...
Goa hooam,--tha little drabbled brat, Tha'll get thi deeath o' cold;Whear does ta live? Just tell me that, Befooar aw start to ...
We're older nor we used to be, But that's noa reason whyWe owt to mope i' misery, An whine an grooan an ...
Th' sun wor settin,--red an gold, Wi splendor paintin th' west,An purplin tints throo th' valley roll'd, As daan he sank to ...
Mi hair is besprinkled wi' gray, An mi face has grown wrinkled an wan;--They say ivvery dog has his day, An noa ...
Poor Dick nah sleeps quietly, his labor is done, Deeath shut off his steam tother day;His engine, long active, has made ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
Owd Moxy wrowt hard for his morsil o' breead, An' to keep up his courage he'd sing, Tho' Time ...
Ya summer day when I were mowin', When flooers of monny soorts were growin', Which fast befoor my scythe fell ...
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