Aw’m Havin’ A Smook Bi Misel’, (John Hartley Poems)
'Aw'm havin' a smook bi misel', Net a soul here to spaik a word to, Aw've noa gossip to hear nor to ...
Poems about makkin (14 Poems)
Old Moorcock (John Hartley Poems)
Awm havin a smook bi misel, Net a soul here to spaik a word to,Awve noa gossip to hear nor to ...
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' ...
Gradely Weel Off (John Hartley Poems)
Draw thi cheer nigher th' foir, put th' knittin away, Put thi tooas up o'th' fender to warm:We've booath wrought enuff, ...
Awr Dooad (John Hartley Poems)
Her ladyship's getten a babby,-- An they're makkin a famous to do,--They say,--Providence treated her shabby-- Shoo wor fairly entitled to two.But ...
Plenty O’ Brass (John Hartley Poems)
A'a! it's grand to ha' plenty o' brass! It's grand to be able to spendA trifle sometimes on a glass For yorsen, ...
Help Thisen (John Hartley Poems)
"Come, help thisen, lad,--help thisen!" Wor what mi uncle sed.We'd just come in throo makkin hay, To get some cheese an breead.An ...
Ther’s Much Expected (John Hartley Poems)
Life's pathway is full o' deep ruts, An we mun tak gooid heed lest we stumble;Man is made up of "ifs" ...
That Christmas Puddin (John Hartley Poems)
Ha weel aw remember that big Christmas puddin,That puddin mooast famous ov all in a year;When each lad at th' ...
Mi Old Slippers (John Hartley Poems)
Aw'm wearily trudgin throo mire an weet, For aw've finished another day's wark;An welcome to me is that flickerin leet, 'At shines ...
Second Thowts (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've been walkin up th' loin all ith weet, Aw felt sure tha'd be comin that way;For tha promised tha'd meet ...
Try A Smile (John Hartley Poems)
This world's full o' trubbles fowk say, but aw daat it, Yo'll find as mich pleasure as pain;Some grummel at times ...
Mary Mecca (F W Moorman Poems)
Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca, I'm fain to see thee here, A Devon lass to fill my glass ...
Isie (David Rorie Poems)
The wife she was ailin', the doctor was ca'ed,She was makkin' eneuch din for twa,While Peter was suppin' his brose ...