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 Sadness (57 Poems)
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 ...
All We Had (John Hartley Poems)
It worn't for her winnin ways,Nor for her bonny faceBut shoo wor th' only lass we had,An that quite alters ...
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 ...
Th’ Traitle Sop (John Hartley Poems)
Once in a little country taan A grocer kept a shop,And sell'd amang his other things, Prime traitle-drink and pop;Teah, coffee, currans, ...
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 ...
Lamentin’ An Repentin’ (John Hartley Poems)
Awst be better when spring comes, aw think, But aw feel varry sickly an waik,Awve noa relish for mait nor for ...
Missin Yor Way (John Hartley Poems)
It wor dark an mi way wor across a wild mooar, An noa signs could aw find ov a track,'Twor a ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Sad Mishap (John Hartley Poems)
"Come, John lad, tell me what's to do, Tha luks soa glum an sad;Is it becoss tha'rt short o' brass? Or are ...
Peevish Poll (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've heeard ov Mary Mischief, An aw've read ov Natterin Nan;An aw've known a Grumlin Judy, An a cross-grained Sarah Ann;But wi' ...
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' ...
Gradely Weel Off (John Hartley Poems)
Draw thi cheer nigher th' foir, put th' knittin away, Put thi tooas up o'th' fender to warm:We've booath wrought enuff, ...
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 ...
The Linnet (John Hartley Poems)
Little linnet,--stop a minnit,-- Let me have a tawk with thee:Tell me what this life has in it, Maks thee seem so ...
Lilly’s Gooan (John Hartley Poems)
"Well, Robert! what's th' matter! nah mun,Aw see 'at ther's summat nooan sweet;Thi een luk as red as a sun--Aw ...
Waiting At The Gate (John Hartley Poems)
Draw closer to my side to-night, Dear wife, give me thy hand,My heart is sad with memories Which thou canst understand,Its twenty ...
To My Harp (John Hartley Poems)
Wake up my harp! thy strings begin to rust! Has the soul fled that once within thee dwelt?Idle so long, shake ...
A Song Of The Snow (John Hartley Poems)
Oh the snow,--the bright fleecy snow!Isn't it grand when the north breezes blow?Isn't it bracing the ice to skim o'er,With ...
Aw Wodn’t For All Aw Could See (John Hartley Poems)
Why the dickens do some fowk keep thrustin, As if th' world hadn't raam for us all?Wi consarn an consait they're ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lads An Lasses (John Hartley Poems)
Lads an lasses lend yor ears Unto an old man's rhyme,Dooant hurry by an say wi' sneers, It's all a waste o' ...
Ther’s Much Expected (John Hartley Poems)
Life's pathway is full o' deep ruts, An we mun tak gooid heed lest we stumble;Man is made up of "ifs" ...
Rejected (John Hartley Poems)
Gooid bye, lass, aw dunnot blame, Tho' mi loss is hard to bide!For it wod ha' been a shame, Had tha ivver ...
That Drabbled Brat (John Hartley Poems)
Goa hooam,--tha little drabbled brat, Tha'll get thi deeath o' cold;Whear does ta live? Just tell me that, Befooar aw start to ...
On Strike (John Hartley Poems)
He wandered slipshod through the street, His clothes had many a rent;His shoes seemed dropping from his feet, His eyes were downward ...
A Pointer (John Hartley Poems)
Just listen to mi stooary lads, It's one will mak yo grieve;It's full ov sich strange incidents; Yo hardly can believe.That lass ...