Duffin Johnny. (A Rifleman’s Adventure.) (John Hartley Poems)
Th' mooin shone breet wi' silver leet, An th' wind wor softly sighin;Th' burds did sleep, an th' snails did creep, An ...
Th' mooin shone breet wi' silver leet, An th' wind wor softly sighin;Th' burds did sleep, an th' snails did creep, An ...
Ya Kessmas neet, or then aboot,When measons all were frozzen oot,I went to see a country friend,An hospitable hoor to ...
Thou wants my vote, young man wi' t' carpet-bags, Weel, sit thee down, an' hark what I've to say.It's ...
Fieldfares, bonny fieldfares, feedin' 'mang the bent, Wheer the sun is shinin' through yon cloud's wide rent, ...
The miller by the shore am I, A man o' despert sense;I've fotty different soorts o' ways O' ...
SOME neets are made for courtin',Neets when a new-born moonLies like a bairn in a creddle o' treesAn' rockin' sounds ...
Coom, stop at yam to-neet, Bob, Dean't gan oot onnywhere: Thoo gets thisel t' leeast vex'd, lad, When ...
JanuaryWHEN snow's on topsAn' hearths are cheery,At a merry-makingChoose thi dearie.FebruaryWhen birds beginTo chirp "Be mine!"Ask her to beThi Valentine.MarchWhen ...
'My stead's far end o' neeawheer,Neea lass wud care to settle there:Afore she died, my mother said,"It's time, dear lad, ...
JanuaryWhen snow's on topsan' hearths are cheery,at a merry makingchoose thi dearie.FebruaryWhen birds beginTo chirp "Be mine!"Ask her to beThi ...
IT'S hard to see all bonnie thingsAlone 'at once we shared;Yon buddin' thorn, yon flutteringsOf blue-tits newly paired;Yon lapwing callin' ...
HOW mony times have I told theeNiver to fasten t' stable doorAt t' edge o' dark on t' shortenin' neets?Leave ...
I DIDN'T knaw neets could be lonesome, 'At day could be too long,'At weeks when thoo wur far fra' Dallow ...
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