Th’ State O’ Th’ Poll. A Nop Tickle Illusion (John Hartley Poems)
Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, Ov that yo may be sewer;Shoo had her trubbles tho', alas! An th' biggest wor her ...
John Hartley Poems on Business & Commerce (9 Poems)
Who Cares? (John Hartley Poems)
Down in a cellar cottage In a dark and lonely street,Was sat a widow and her boy, With nothing left to eat.The ...
Song For Th’ Hard Times, (1879.) (John Hartley Poems)
Nah chaps, pray dooant think it's a sarmon awm praichin, If aw tell yo some nooations at's entered mi pate;For ther's ...
Heart Brokken (John Hartley Poems)
He wor a poor hard workin lad, An shoo a workin lass,An hard they tew'd throo day to day, For varry little ...
Red Stockin (John Hartley Poems)
Shoo wor shoeless, an shiverin, an weet,-- Her hair flyin tangled an wild:Shoo'd just been browt in aght o'th street, Wi drink ...
Th’ Better Part (John Hartley Poems)
A poor owd man wi' tott'ring gait,Wi' body bent, an snowy pate, Aw met one day;--An daan o'th' rooad side grassy ...
Modest Jack O’ Wibsey Slack (John Hartley Poems)
At Wibsey Slack lived modest Jack, No daat yo knew him weel;His cheeks wor red, his een wor black, His limbs wor ...
Lines On Receiving A Bunch Of Wild Hyacinths By Post (John Hartley Poems)
Sweet, drooping, azure tinted bells, How dear you are; Bringing the scent of shady dells, To me from far;Telling of spring and gladsome ...
My Doctrine (John Hartley Poems)
Aw wodn't care to live at all, Unless aw could be jolly!Let sanctimonious skinflints call All recreation folly.Aw still believe this world ...