Waivin Mewsic (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's mewsic ith' shuttle, ith' loom, an ith frame,Ther's melody mingled ith' noise;For th' active ther's praises, for th' idle ...
Ther's mewsic ith' shuttle, ith' loom, an ith frame,Ther's melody mingled ith' noise;For th' active ther's praises, for th' idle ...
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 ...
Aw've been laikin for ommost eight wick, An' aw can't get a day's wark to do!Aw've trailed abaght th' streets wol ...
I've lived all my life i' Keighley, I'm a Yorkshire artisan;An' when I were just turned seventy I ...
Draw back my curtains, Mary, An' oppen t' windey wide;Ay, ay, I know I'm deein', While to-morn I'll ...
SETTLE doon, my Poppet joy,Noo t' birds an' t' beasts are sleepin',Settle doon, my bonnie boy,T' breet stars ther watch ...
When throstles sing in ivery copse,An' blackies* vie wi' them,Roundy green are sycamore tops,An' meadows flower-trim,Then my luve goes a-laikin',a-laikin', ...
COOM, Cush-Luve, coom, thoo should be in thi byreBy t' edge o' dark,Instead o' gettin' thisen mucked in mire.Noo, just ...
Now 'at our foki live in townsFur winter months, I go an' sitWiv our horses stabled a mileAway. Dordy! it ...
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