Natty Nancy (John Hartley Poems)
"Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel," A've heeard mi mother say;But mooast young lads an lasses too, Think just th' ...
Poems about dunnot (17 Poems)
A Strange Stooary (John Hartley Poems)
Aw know some fowk will call it crime, To put sich stooaries into ryhme,But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty:An if ...
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 ...
Babby Burds (John Hartley Poems)
Aw wander'd aght one summer's morn,Across a meadow newly shorn;Th' sun wor shinin' breet and clear,An' fragrant scents rose up ...
Let Th’ Lasses Alooan! (John Hartley Poems)
What a lot ov advice ther is wasted;-- What praichin is all thrown away;--Young fowk lang for pleasures untasted, An its little ...
Fowk Next Door (John Hartley Poems)
Said Mistress Smith to Mistress Green, Aw'm feeard we'st ha to flit;Twelve year i' this same haase we've been, An should be ...
Rejected (John Hartley Poems)
Gooid bye, lass, aw dunnot blame, Tho' mi loss is hard to bide!For it wod ha' been a shame, Had tha ivver ...
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 ...
Advice To Jenny (John Hartley Poems)
Jenny, Jenny, dry thi ee, An' dunnot luk soa sad;It grieves me varry mich to see Tha freeats abaat yon lad;For weel ...
That Lad Next Door (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've nowt agean mi naybors, An aw wod'nt have it sed'At aw wor cross an twazzy, For aw'm kind an mild asteead.But ...
Th’ Little Stranger (John Hartley Poems)
Little bonny, bonny babby, How tha stares, an' weel tha may,For its but an haar, or hardly, Sin' tha furst saw th' ...
Mi Darling Muse (John Hartley Poems)
Mi darlin' Muse, aw coax and pet her,To pleeas yo, for aw like nowt better;An' if aw find aw connot ...
The Milkin’-Time (James Henry Dixon Poems)
Meet me at the fowd at the milkin'-time,Whan the dusky sky is gowd at the milkin'-time; Whan the fog is slant ...
Yesterneet (Edwin Waugh Poems)
I geet up a-milkin' this mornin',- I geet up afore it wur leet;I ne'er slept a minute for ...
God Bless Thi Silver Yure! (Edwin Waugh Poems)
Jone, lad, though thi hond's Like reawsty iron to feel,There's very few i'th lond Aw like to gripe ...
Tum Rindle (Edwin Waugh Poems)
Tum Rindle lope fro' the chimbley nook, As th' winter sun wur sinkin';Aw'm tire't o' keawrin' here i'th smooke, ...
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 ...