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 Sin (28 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 ...
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 ...
Briggate at Setterdy Neet (John Hartley Poems)
Sin Leeds wor a city it puts on grand airs,An aw've noa wish to bother wi' others' affairs;'At they've mich ...
Come Thi Ways In (John Hartley Poems)
Come thi ways in, an God bless thi, lad! Come thi ways in, for thar't welcome, joy!A'a! tha'rt a shockin young ...
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' ...
Th’ Honest Hard Worker (John Hartley Poems)
It's hard what poor fowk mun put up wi'! What insults an snubs they've to tak!What bowin an scrapin's expected, If a ...
Shiver The Goblet (John Hartley Poems)
Shiver the goblet and scatter the wine! Tempt me no more with the sight!I care not though brightly as ruby it ...
Fowk Next Door (John Hartley Poems)
Said Mistress Smith to Mistress Green, Aw'm feeard we'st ha to flit;Twelve year i' this same haase we've been, An should be ...
Growin Old (John Hartley Poems)
Old age, aw can feel's creepin on, Aw've noa taste for what once made me glad;Mi love ov wild marlocks is ...
Mosslump’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Mistress Moore is Johnny's wife, An' Johnny is a druffen sot; He spends th' best portion ov his life I'th beershop wi' a ...
Love one Another (John Hartley Poems)
Let's love one another, it's better bi far;Mak peace wi yor Brother--it's better nor war!Life's rooad's rough enuff,--let's mak it ...
Dick an Me (John Hartley Poems)
Two old fogies,--Dick an me,--Old, an grey as grey can be.A'a,-but monny a jolly spree We have had;--An tha ne'er went ...
Another Babby (John Hartley Poems)
Another!--well, my bonny lad, A'w wodn't send thee back;Altho' we thowt we hadn't raam, Tha's fun some in a crack.It maks me ...
A Summer Shaar (John Hartley Poems)
It nobbut luks like tother day,Sin Jane an me first met;Yet fifty years have rolled away,But still aw dooant forget.Th' ...
What Wor It? (John Hartley Poems)
What wor it made me love thee, lass? Aw connot tell;Aw know it worn't for thi brass;-- Tho' poor miselAw'd moor nor ...
Those Tiny Fingers (John Hartley Poems)
She has gone for ever from earth away, Yet those tiny fingers haunt me still;In the silent night, when the moons ...
Remorse (John Hartley Poems)
None ever knew I had wronged her, That secret she kept to the end.None knew that our ties had been stronger, Than ...
Th’ Little Stranger (John Hartley Poems)
Little bonny, bonny babby, How tha stares, an' weel tha may,For its but an haar, or hardly, Sin' tha furst saw th' ...
Be Happy (John Hartley Poems)
Some fowk ivverlastinly grummel, At th' world an at th' fowk ther is in it;If across owt 'at's pleasant they stummel, They ...
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 ...
Drink (John Hartley Poems)
When yo see a chap covered wi' rags, An hardly a shoe to his fooit,Gooin sleawshin along ovver th' flags, Wi' a ...
Hide Not Thy Face (John Hartley Poems)
Hide not Thy face,--and though the road Be dark and long and rough,With cheerfulness I'll bear my load, Thy smile will be ...
Standhen’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Thou grand old Church of England! Though others raise their voice, And try to stain thy spotless name, Thou still shall be my ...
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 ...
Lines, On Finding A Butterfly In A Weaving Shed. (John Hartley Poems)
Nay surelee tha's made a mistak; Tha'rt aght o' thi element here;Tha may weel goa an' peark up oth' thack, Thi bonny ...
Shut Out (John Hartley Poems)
_"The drunkard shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven."_ Far, far beyond the skies, The land of promise lies; When Death our souls ...