Natty Nancy (John Hartley Poems)
"Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel," A've heeard mi mother say;But mooast young lads an lasses too, Think just th' ...
"Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel," A've heeard mi mother say;But mooast young lads an lasses too, Think just th' ...
How strange that here is nothing as it was!The sward is young and new,The sod there shapes a different mass,The ...
Aw wander'd aght one summer's morn,Across a meadow newly shorn;Th' sun wor shinin' breet and clear,An' fragrant scents rose up ...
He wor a poor hard workin lad, An shoo a workin lass,An hard they tew'd throo day to day, For varry little ...
Na, na, I wunna pairt wi' that, I downa gi'e it up;O' Scotlan's hamely mither tongue I canna quat the grup.It's 'bedded ...
OH, dere's lots o' keer an' troubleIn dis world to swaller down;An' ol' Sorrer's purty livelyIn her way o' gittin' ...
A'a dear, what it is to be big! To be big i' one's own estimation,To think if we shake a lawse ...
Life's pathway is full o' deep ruts, An we mun tak gooid heed lest we stumble;Man is made up of "ifs" ...
His face wor varry thin an pale, His een wor strangely breet;His old rags flapt i'th' wintry gale, An shooless wor his ...
My son! . . . Them words, jist like a blessed song,Is singin' in me 'eart the 'ole day long; ...
Young friend! . . . I tries to duck, but miss the bus. 'E sees me first, an' 'as ...
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES)Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee,And drop them books and first ...
DERE woned once a studente, All in der Stadt Paris,Whom jeder der ihn kennte, Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. He roosted ...
Into our townlan' on a night of snowrode a man from God knows where; None of us bade him stay ...
Th' wynt wur still i'th shade o'th hill, An' stars began o' glowin'I'th' fadin' leet, one summer neet, ...
You've watched the ground-hog's shadow and the shiftin' weather signsTill the Northern prairie starred itse'f with flowers;You've seen the snow ...
Eawr Johnny gi's his mind to books; Eawr Abram studies plants,-He caps the dule for moss an' ferns, ...
I've been list'nin' to them lawyers In the court house up the street, An' I've come to the conclusion That ...
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'? Ef ...
I stood beside the silken rope, Five dollars in my hand, And waited in my patient hope To sit anear ...
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