A Lucky Dog (John Hartley Poems)
Tha'rt a rough en;--aye tha art,--an aw'll betJust as ready. Tha ne'er lived as a pet, Aw can tell.Ther's noa mistress ...
Tha'rt a rough en;--aye tha art,--an aw'll betJust as ready. Tha ne'er lived as a pet, Aw can tell.Ther's noa mistress ...
What's a poor lass like me to do, 'At langs for a hooam ov her own?Aw'm a hale an bonny wench ...
Roughest roads, we often find, Lead us on to th' nicest places;Kindest hearts oft hide behind Some o'th' plainest-lukkin faces.Flaars whose colors ...
Young Harry wor a single chap, An wod have lots o' tin,An monny a lass had set her cap, This temptin prize ...
We're older nor we used to be, But that's noa reason whyWe owt to mope i' misery, An whine an grooan an ...
Once agean welcome! oh, what is ther grander,When years have rolled by sin' yo left an old friend?An what cheers ...
(Written on seeing a wealthy townsman rudely pusha poor little girl off the pavement.)Gently, gently, shoo's thi sister, Tho' her clooas ...
As awm sittin enjoyin mi pipe, An tooastin mi shins beside th' hob,Aw find ther's a harvest quite ripe, O' thowts stoored ...
Come lassie be stirrin, for th' lark's up ith' lift, An th' dew drops are hastin away;An th' mist oth' hillside ...
Who is it at lives i' that cot on the lea,Joy o' my heart an' leet o' my ee?Who is ...
Aw've travell'd o'er land, an aw've travell'd o'er sea,An aw've seen th' grandest lasses 'at ivver can be;But aw've nivver ...
1.-THE NOMINATIONVHEN ash de var vas ober, und Beace her shnow-wice vings Vas vafin' o'er de coondry (in shpodts) like ...
Neaw lads where ar yo beawn so fast,Yo happun ha no yerd whot's past;Au gettun wed sin au'r here last, ...
Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon;Aw see thae'rt theer i'th nook again;Where aw've a gill thae's nine or ten: Thae ...
Has eawr Jammy bin here to-neet?Oh! theaw'rt theer, theau great drunken slotchIt's strange if au nowt elze to doBo' ha' ...
An old dalewoman speaks:"JAPONICA! Ay, it makes a brave show,But none on 'em grow as they used to grow!It's goin' ...
'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, ...
HOW mony times have I told theeNiver to fasten t' stable doorAt t' edge o' dark on t' shortenin' neets?Leave ...
UP on t' moor-tops,Wheer cotton-grass grow,On pitch-black bogs,Like patches of snow,A laverock's singin'High oot of seet-Aa! but his singin'Falls varra ...
Then in the lull of midnight, gentle armsLifted him slowly down the slopes of deathLest he should hear again the ...
Eh! Thoo's a seet wi' thi bandaged headAn' collar-bone broke! Why do lads playSike gaumless games? Coom thi ways to ...
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