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' ...
John Hartley Poems on Angels (14 Poems)
Angels Of Sunderland. In Memoriam, June 16th, 1893. (John Hartley Poems)
On the sixteenth of June, eighteen eighty-three, The children of Sunderland hastened to see, Strange wonders performed by a mystic man, Believing,--as only ...
Cocky’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Lord John and John Lord were both born on a day, But their fortunes were different quite; Lord John was decked out ...
Alice (John Hartley Poems)
Dear little Alice lay dying;-- I see her as if 'twas to-day,And we stood round her snowy bed, crying, And watching her ...
The Match Girl (John Hartley Poems)
Merrily rang out the midnight bells, Glad tidings of joy for all;As crouched a little shiv'ring child, Close by the churchyard wall.The ...
Queen ov Skircoit Green (John Hartley Poems)
Have yo seen mi bonny Mary, Shoo lives at Skircoit Green;An old fowk say a fairer lass Nor her wor nivver seen.An ...
De Profundis (John Hartley Poems)
Down in the deeps of dark despair and woe;-- Of Death expectant;--Hope I put aside;Counting the heartbeats, slowly, yet more slow,-- Marking ...
Dick’s Recitation (John Hartley Poems)
Ov all th' enjoyments' at sweeten man's life, Ther's nooan can come up to a sweet tempered wife; An' he must be ...
Happen Thine (John Hartley Poems)
Then its O! for a wife, sich a wife as aw know!Who's thowts an desires are pure as the snow,Who ...
Love (John Hartley Poems)
Love--love--love--love,--A tiny hand in a tiny glove;A witching smile that means,--well,--well,Whether little or much its hard to tell.A tiny foot ...
Grondad’s Lullaby (John Hartley Poems)
Sleep bonny babby, thi grondad is near, Noa harm can touch thee, sleep withaat fear;Innocent craytur, soa helpless an waik, Grondad wod ...
Willie’s Weddin (John Hartley Poems)
A'a, Willie, lad, aw'm fain to hear Tha's won a wife at last;Tha'll have a happier time next year, Nor what tha's ...
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 ...
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 ...