In Sydney Harbour (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
MRS. CARTER speaks:We came oot here in '87, A lang, lang way ower sea;A renky chap wur my Bill an* ...
MRS. CARTER speaks:We came oot here in '87, A lang, lang way ower sea;A renky chap wur my Bill an* ...
IT'S hard to see all bonnie thingsAlone 'at once we shared;Yon buddin' thorn, yon flutteringsOf blue-tits newly paired;Yon lapwing callin' ...
I ALLUS hated goin' to t' kirk, An' preachin' doant do owtTo help a man 'at's gone astray; To sermons, ...
IT'S nobbut cock-leet, Sweetheart! Hast come by Yorla Moor?Whya, Lad! thoo mun be famished! I' Muther's cheeany crockAre spice-loaves an' ...
No matter wheer thoo wander,Be't North, South, East or West,In hot lands or in cool lands,Thi heart will find no ...
RICHARD RYDER! Awake! Awake!Let's go a-ridin' to-day;Fra' t' risin' of t' sun, to t' settin' of moon-Up an' away an' ...
Ho! my Jerry, to-day we goAfore sun-up, afore cock-crow,Five good miles, by farms we know,Away, my Jerry, away!Ho! my Jerry, ...
WHEN I'se been by Tiber an' when I'se been by Seine,Listenin' theer messages, I lang to hear agenSecrets of home-watters, ...
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 ...
LILE bonnie calf I hand-reared When t' white cow wur taken away,Thoo followed me round our fold-yard Like a puppy ...
THER isn't wark enow these daysFor all, an' chaps like meAre told to seek for jobs in landsFar ower t' ...
Thoo has no call to worry;Theer's niver, niver a oneIn ony dale, fur me, but theeSin' Time itsen begun:As Yore ...
LIFE'S like a Fair: a vast of work aforeA few hours' fun;An' lang ere stars have wested ower t' moorLight's ...
This fell when dinner-time was done -- 'Twixt the first an' the second rub -- That oor mon Jock cam' ...
Henry the Seventh of England Wasn't out of the Royal top drawer, The only connection of which he could boast, ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule Night when we were fu', Ha, ...
The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin', The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin'; My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' ...
OUR Johnie's deid. The mair's the pity! He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitae. O Embro', you're a shrunken city, Noo ...
THE wind may blaw the lee-gang way And aye the lift be mirk an' gray, An deep the moss and ...
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