`For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,With unclipped beard and unkempt hair,Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire, Nor heeding the wind and the ...
Awst be better when spring comes, aw think, But aw feel varry sickly an waik,Awve noa relish for mait nor for ...
Nah chaps, pray dooant think it's a sarmon awm praichin, If aw tell yo some nooations at's entered mi pate;For ther's ...
One neet aw went hooam, what time aw can't tell,But it must ha been lat, for awd th' street to ...
One Easter Mundy, for a spree,To Bradforth, Mary Jane an me,Decided we wod tak a jaunt,An have a dinner wi ...
"Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn, "Here's a bonny to do! aw declare!Aw wor nivver soa capt sin th' ...
This world's made up ov leet an shade, But some things strange aw mark;One class live all on th' sunny side, Wol ...
A Humorous Reading A strappin', sonsie, weel-matched pairWere Jock Macree an' Maggie Blair,An' mony wusses, said an' thinkit,They had that ...
O whaur hae ye been, my bonnie, bonnie bairns, Sae lang awa' frae me?Come in, come in, for I'm weary ...
I got no time fer wasters, lad, sez 'e, "Give me a man wiv grit," sez Uncle Jim.'E bores 'is ...
Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks to yer straight! An' I calls it a pretty crook game -An' an 'og ...
Coom all you cutlin' heroes, where'ersome'er you be, All you what works at flat-backs, coom listen unto me; ...
What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?Has some kin' body been for ye to speir?Ye luik as smilin an' fain ...
I'd walk frae here to Skipton, Ten mile o' clarty(1) lanes,If I might see him face to face ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore, Hong-Kong and Peshawur, Lucknow ...
HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't the browst she brew'd, Wad taste sae ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Oh! the circus swooped down On the Narrabri town, For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; And the showman he smiled ...
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