An Old Man’s Christmas Morning (John Hartley Poems)
Its a long time sin thee an' me have met befoor, owd lad,-- Soa pull up thi cheer, an sit daan, for ...
John Hartley Poems on Faces (53 Poems)
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 ...
Billy Bumble’s Bargain (John Hartley Poems)
Young Billy Bumble bowt a pig, Soa aw've heeard th' neighbors say;An monny a mile he had to trig One sweltin' summer ...
A Strange Stooary (John Hartley Poems)
Aw know some fowk will call it crime, To put sich stooaries into ryhme,But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty:An if ...
The Old Bachelor’s Story (John Hartley Poems)
It was an humble cottage, Snug in a rustic lane,Geraniums and fuschias peep'd From every window-pane;The dark-leaved ivy dressed its walls, Houseleek adorned ...
The Dean’s Brother (John Hartley Poems)
A little lad, but thinly clad, All day had roamed the street;With stitled groans and aching bones, He beg'd for bread to ...
Aw’m Havin’ A Smook Bi Misel’, (John Hartley Poems)
'Aw'm havin' a smook bi misel', Net a soul here to spaik a word to, Aw've noa gossip to hear nor to ...
Matty’s Reason (John Hartley Poems)
"Nah, Matty! what meeans all this fuss? Tha'rt as back'ard as back'ard can be;Ther must be some reason, becoss It used to ...
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 ...
What It Is To Be A Mother (John Hartley Poems)
A'a, dear! what a life has a mother! At leeast, if they're hamper'd like me,Thro' mornin' to neet ther's some bother, An' ...
Old Moorcock (John Hartley Poems)
Awm havin a smook bi misel, Net a soul here to spaik a word to,Awve noa gossip to hear nor to ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Safe Investment (John Hartley Poems)
Yo fowk 'at's some brass to invest, Luk sharp an mak th' best ov yor chonce!Aw'll gie yo a tip,--one o'th' ...
Mi Fayther’s Pipe (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've a treasure yo'd laff if yo saw, But its mem'ries are dear to mi heart;For aw've oft seen it stuck ...
A Neet When Aw’ve Nowt To Do (John Hartley Poems)
Why lad, awm sewer tha'rt ommost done, This ovvertime is killin;'Twor allus soa sin th' world begun, They put o' them at's ...
All On A Christmas Morning (John Hartley Poems)
The wind it blew cold, and the ice was thick, Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts grew;A young mother lay in her ...
Claude (John Hartley Poems)
I named him Claude, 'twas a strange conceit,'Twas a name that no relatives ever bore;Yet there lingered around it a ...
A Pair O’ Black Een (John Hartley Poems)
One neet as aw trudged throo mi wark, Thinks aw, nah mi labor is done,Aw feel just inclined for a lark, For ...
Peter Prime’s Principles (John Hartley Poems)
"Sup up thi gill, owd Peter Prime, Tha'st have a pint wi' me;It's worth a bob at onny time To have a ...
Done Agean (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've a rare lump o' beef on a dish, We've some bacon 'at's hung up o' th' thack,We've as mich gooid ...
Awr Dooad (John Hartley Poems)
Her ladyship's getten a babby,-- An they're makkin a famous to do,--They say,--Providence treated her shabby-- Shoo wor fairly entitled to two.But ...
Coortin Days (John Hartley Poems)
Coortin days,--Coortin days,--loved one an lover!What wod aw give if those days could come ovver?Weddin is joyous,--its pleasur unstinted;But coortin ...
The Drunkard’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Tho' the sober shake the head, And drink water, boys, instead, And the foolish all strong liquors do decry; Yet the foaming glass ...
On The Banks Of The Calder (John Hartley Poems)
On Calder's green banks I stroll sadly and lonely, The flowers are blooming, the birds singing sweet,The river's low murmur seems ...
Take Heart! (John Hartley Poems)
Roughest roads, we often find, Lead us on to th' nicest places;Kindest hearts oft hide behind Some o'th' plainest-lukkin faces.Flaars whose colors ...
Uncle Ben (John Hartley Poems)
A gradely chap wor uncle Ben As iver lived ith' fowd:He made a fortun for hissen, An' lived on't when he'r owd.His ...
Aht o’ wark (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've been laiking for ommost eight wick, An' aw can't get a day's wark to do!Aw've trailed abaht th' streets wol ...
They All Do It (John Hartley Poems)
They're all buildin nests for thersen, One bi one they goa fleetin away;A suitable mate comes,--an then, I'th' old nest they noa ...
A True Tale (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's a Squire lives at th' Hall 'at's lukt up to, As if he wor ommost a god.He's hansum, he's rich, ...