The Young Man’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
All kinds of songs I've heard folks sing, Of things in every nation; Of Queen's Road swells, and Clarehall belles, And every new ...
John Hartley Poems on Mind (31 Poems)
A Quiet Day (John Hartley Poems)
A'a! its grand to have th' place to yorsen! To get th' wimmen fowk all aght o'th' way!Mine's all off for ...
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' ...
Jimmy’s Choice (John Hartley Poems)
One limpin Jimmy wed a lass;An this wor th' way it coom to pass--He'd saved a little bit o' brass, An ...
Waivin Mewsic (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's mewsic ith' shuttle, ith' loom, an ith frame,Ther's melody mingled ith' noise;For th' active ther's praises, for th' idle ...
Let Th’ Lasses Alooan! (John Hartley Poems)
What a lot ov advice ther is wasted;-- What praichin is all thrown away;--Young fowk lang for pleasures untasted, An its little ...
Stop At Hooam (John Hartley Poems)
"Tha wodn't goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel?My een at th' varry thowts grow dim-- Aw connot say farewell.Tha ...
Heather Bells (John Hartley Poems)
Ye little flowrets, wild an free, Yo're welcome, aye as onny!Ther's but few seets 'at meet mi ee 'At ivver seem as ...
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' ...
That’s A Fact (John Hartley Poems)
A'a Mary aw'm glad 'at that's thee!Aw need thy advice, lass, aw'm sure;Aw'm all ov a mooild tha can see,Aw ...
Wayvin Mewsic (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's mewsic i'th' shuttle, i'th' loom, an i'th frame,Ther's melody mingled i'th' noise,For th' active ther's praises, for th' idle ...
Poor Old Hat (John Hartley Poems)
Poor old hat! poor old hat! like misen tha's grown An fowk call us old fashioned an odd;But monny's the storm ...
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 ...
A Lucky Dog (John Hartley Poems)
Tha'rt a rough en;--aye tha art,--an aw'll betJust as ready. Tha ne'er lived as a pet, Aw can tell.Ther's noa mistress ...
Mak A Gooid Start (John Hartley Poems)
Let's mak a gooid start, nivver fear What grum'lers an growlers may say;That nivver need cause yo a tear, For whear ther's ...
Somdy’s Chonce (John Hartley Poems)
What's a poor lass like me to do, 'At langs for a hooam ov her own?Aw'm a hale an bonny wench ...
Missed his Mark (John Hartley Poems)
Aw like fowrk to succeed i' life if they've an honest aim,An even if they chonce to trip awm varry ...
The Open Gates (John Hartley Poems)
My heart was sad when first we met; 'Yet with a smile,-- A welcome smile I ne'er forget, Thou didst beguileMy sighs and ...
The New Year’s Resolve (John Hartley Poems)
Says Dick, "ther's a' notion sprung up i' mi yed, For th' furst time i' th' whole coorse o' mi life,An' ...
Cash V. Cupid (John Hartley Poems)
Aw dooat on a lass wi' a bonny face, Wi' a twinkle ov fun in her ee;--An aw like a lass ...
Somebody’s (John Hartley Poems)
Oh, isn't it nice to be somebody's?-- Somebody's darling and pet,To be shrined in the heart of a dear one, Whose absence ...
Repentant (John Hartley Poems)
Oh lend me thy hand in the darkness, Lead me once more to the light,Bear with my folly and weakness, Point me ...
Too Late (John Hartley Poems)
How should I know, That day when first we met, I Would be a day I never can forget? And yet 'tis so.That clasp ...
Lilly-White Hand (John Hartley Poems)
Place thy lilly-white hand in mine, Maid with the wealth of golden hair;--Tresses, that gleaming like gold, entwine, Round about a sweet ...
Bide Thi Time (John Hartley Poems)
Bide thi time! it's sure to come, Tho' it may seem tardy,--Thine's a better fate nor some:If tha's but a humble ...
Those Days Have Gone (John Hartley Poems)
Those days have gone, those happy days, When we two loved to roam,Beside the rivulet that strays, Near by my rustic home.Yes, ...
November’s Here (John Hartley Poems)
Dullest month of all the year,--Suicidal atmosphere,Everything is dark and drear,Filling nervous minds with fear,Skies are seldom ever clear,Fogs are ...
To Mally (John Hartley Poems)
Its long sin th' parson made us one, An yet it seems to me,As we've gooan thrustin, toilin on, Time's made noa ...
To A Roadside Flower (John Hartley Poems)
Tha bonny little pooasy! aw'm inclined To tak thee wi' me:But yet aw think if tha could spaik thi mind, Tha'd ne'er ...