The Flower of Wensleydale (F W Moorman Poems)
She leaned o'er her latticed casement, The Flower of Wensleydale; 'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight, Through the mist the ...
She leaned o'er her latticed casement, The Flower of Wensleydale; 'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight, Through the mist the ...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle ...
I've lived all my life i' Keighley, I'm a Yorkshire artisan;An' when I were just turned seventy I ...
I niver thowt when I grew owd I'd tak to leetin' lamps; I sud have said, I'd rayther ...
The miller by the shore am I, A man o' despert sense;I've fotty different soorts o' ways O' ...
I'd walk frae here to Skipton, Ten mile o' clarty(1) lanes,If I might see him face to face ...
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