Mrs. Buffey Knitting (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
Aa! sich a galeWill bring doon mony owd trees in t' dale. Two purl an' two plain.I wish ...
Aa! sich a galeWill bring doon mony owd trees in t' dale. Two purl an' two plain.I wish ...
FORGET 'at iver I ran barefootAn' danced round a brushwood fire,An' oot of our vardo window watchedStars dim a poplar ...
By Yorkshire moor, by Yorkshire dale,We've wandered mony a league,But niver known a rarer springNor one at Barden Brig.Day-springs when ...
Yo were but a little un, Crowner my lad,When th' huntsman he said yo'd be t' spit o' yo'r dad,An' ...
MRS. CARTER speaks:We came oot here in '87, A lang, lang way ower sea;A renky chap wur my Bill an* ...
I SIT aside thi Croodle BeckWatchin' its waiters flow,At t' bend wheer t' willows 'at thoo luvedStand weepin' in a ...
Market days it allus rains,An' yestreen it wur snowin',Varra awkward is our trainsWhen t'owd trap isn't goin'-But I did well, ...
HOW mony times have I told theeNiver to fasten t' stable doorAt t' edge o' dark on t' shortenin' neets?Leave ...
I wrote a letter to my luveAn' posted it yestreen,In lile red pillar box 'at standsNigh Wesdale village green,I watched ...
WALLFLOWERS i' my border!At t' hour when blackies singTheir sweetest sangs, what is therNor ye mair comfortin'?Menseful ye are an' ...
EMMA JANE, Emma Jane, did iver you seeLikes o' her! Some folk is terrible proudOf a piano an' all. I'll ...
THOO knaws, dear Lord, I wurn't oneFor ever begging on Thee,'At when my lile sorrows cameI suffered silently;For folk so ...
T' Owd .Nurse speaks:THOO climbs at dusk to brekkon hillsA-seekin' a dancin' star,An' nobody will iver larnThoo to see things ...
I have a kitlin black as neet,A canty kit wi' ways sae sweet.Its nose is white, its whiskers leet. ...
NEET wur murky an' wild an' starless,West wind beldered an' yelled,When owd Joe Hutchinson watched wi' his lanternOutside t' Cathole ...
COOM, Cush-Luve, coom, thoo should be in thi byreBy t' edge o' dark,Instead o' gettin' thisen mucked in mire.Noo, just ...
WHEN I came back from Hell Fire PassMinus a leg an' a hand,How glad I was to see green fieldsAfter ...
Darby speaksALISON, don thi bonnet, Put on thi Sunday shawlAn' we will go to Hirings to buy thee ...
Now 'at our foki live in townsFur winter months, I go an' sitWiv our horses stabled a mileAway. Dordy! it ...
TOM finished t' oak chest he wur carvin' When leddies-smock coom into flower;An' he passed away, Woe worth the day! ...
UP on Yorla intake,Lookin' doon thoo seesLang blue back of Hamble HillAboon wind-crooked trees;Round thee lapwings call;Black-faced moorland flocksShelter nigh ...
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