Bonny Mary Ann (John Hartley Poems)
When but a little toddlin thing, I'th' heather sweet shoo'd play,An like a fay on truant wing, Shoo'd rammel far away;An even ...
Poems about wod (20 Poems)
Mak th’ Best Ont (John Hartley Poems)
Mak th' best on't,--mak th' best on't,--tho' th' job be a bad en, God bless mi life! childer, its useless to ...
Drink (John Hartley Poems)
When yo see a chap covered wi' rags, An hardly a shoe to his fooit,Gooin sleawshin along ovver th' flags, Wi' a ...
Yon Lass O’ Top O’ Mellor (John Pickup Poems)
Aw've heeard a deeol o' toke abeawt the Belles o' Sunny France;An' Spanish maidens, dark and tall, wi' fierce an' ...
Work Lads! (John Hartley Poems)
Work if tha can, it's thi duty to labor; If able, show willin,--ther's plenty to do,Ther's battles to feight withaat musket ...
Mi Old Umberel (John Hartley Poems)
What matters if some fowk deride, An point wi' a finger o' scorn?Th' time wor tha wor lukt on wi' pride, Befooar ...
My Polly (John Hartley Poems)
My Polly's varry bonny, Her een are black an breet;They shine under her raven locks, Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet.Her little ...
To Mally (John Hartley Poems)
Its long sin th' parson made us one, An yet it seems to me,As we've gooan thrustin, toilin on, Time's made noa ...
Come Thi Ways! (John Hartley Poems)
Bonny lassie, come thi ways, An let us goa together!Tho' we've met wi stormy days, Ther'll be some sunny weather.An if joy ...
Try A Smile (John Hartley Poems)
This world's full o' trubbles fowk say, but aw daat it, Yo'll find as mich pleasure as pain;Some grummel at times ...
The Chairman’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Hold up yer heads, tho' at poor workin men Simple rich ens may laff an' may scorn; May be they ne'er haddled ...
Hold Up Yer Heeads (John Hartley Poems)
Hold up yer heeads, tho' at poor workin men Simple rich ens may laff an may scorn;Maybe they ne'er haddled ther ...
“Fra banc to banc, fra wod to wod, I rin” (Mark Alexander Boyd Poems)
Fra banc to banc, fra wod to wod, I rinOwrhailit with my feble fantasie,Lyc til a leif that fallis from ...
Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudesly (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Wallace: Book II (Blind Hary Poems)
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
Robin Hood and the Potter (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Fitt I.In schomer, when the leves spryng,The bloschoms on every bowe,So merey doyt the berdys syngYn wodys merey now. Herkens, ...
Gil Morrice. A Scottish Ballad (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Gil Morrice was an erles son,His name it waxed wide:It was nae for his great riches,Nor zet was mickle pride;Bot ...
Spring (Anonymous Americas Poems)
Lenten ys come with love to toun{.e}, With blosmen and with bridd{.e}s roun{.e}, That al ...
St. Stephen And Herod (Anonymous Americas Poems)
Seynt Stevene was a clerk in Kyng Herowd{.e}s halle, And servyd him of bred and cloth, as every kyng ...
Foweles In The Frith (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Foweles in the frith, The fisses in the flod, And I mon waxe wod; Mulch sorwe I walke with For ...