Cambodunum (F W Moorman Poems)
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
She leaned o'er her latticed casement, The Flower of Wensleydale; 'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight, Through the mist the ...
Thou wants my vote, young man wi' t' carpet-bags, Weel, sit thee down, an' hark what I've to say.It's ...
GRANDFATHERT' watter is blue i' t' offin', An' blue is t' sky aboon;Swallows are settin' sou'ard, An' wanin' ...
I niver heerd its name; we call it just "Our beck." Mebbe, there's bigger streams down Ripon way; ...
Young Jenny, she walked ower t' ribbed sea-sand, (T' lairocks sing sae sweetly, O!)Wheer she met a fisher-lad, net ...
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 ...
A weddin', a woo, A clog an' a shoe,A pot full o' porridge; away we go! ...
Fieldfares, bonny fieldfares, feedin' 'mang the bent, Wheer the sun is shinin' through yon cloud's wide rent, ...
I niver thowt when I grew owd I'd tak to leetin' lamps; I sud have said, I'd rayther ...
Draw back my curtains, Mary, An' oppen t' windey wide;Ay, ay, I know I'm deein', While to-morn I'll ...
The miller by the shore am I, A man o' despert sense;I've fotty different soorts o' ways O' ...
It's hard when fowks can't finnd their wark Wheer they've bin bred an' born; When I were young ...
Why! Bobbie, so thou's coom agean! I'm fain to see thee here;It's lang sin I've set een on thee, ...
There's dew upon the meadows, An' bats are wheelin' high; The sun has set an hour sin', ...
A song I sing o' t' Yorkshire dales, That Winnd frae t' moors to t' sea; Frae t' ...
But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaningThe Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.Jane Elliot (1727-1805).O! day-time ...
The Lord's bin hard on me, Sir, He's stown my barn away.O dowly, dowly was that neet ...
I'd walk frae here to Skipton, Ten mile o' clarty(1) lanes,If I might see him face to face ...
One yeer owder, one yeer dearer: That's what I sal awlus say.Draw thy chair a little nearer, Put ...
What would you do wi' a doughter- Pray wi' her, bensil(1) her, flout her?-Say, what would you do wi' ...
Mary Mecca, Mary Mecca, I'm fain to see thee here, A Devon lass to fill my glass ...
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