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 ...
John Hartley Poems on Snow (14 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
The Match Girl (John Hartley Poems)
Merrily rang out the midnight bells, Glad tidings of joy for all;As crouched a little shiv'ring child, Close by the churchyard wall.The ...
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 ...
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 ...
What Is It? (John Hartley Poems)
What is it maks a crusty wifeForget to scold, an leeave off strife?What is it smoothes th' rooad throo life? It's ...
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 ...
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 ...
Mary (John Hartley Poems)
My Mary's as sweet as the flowers that grow, By the side of the brooklet that runs near her cot;Her brow ...
Happen Thine (John Hartley Poems)
Then its O! for a wife, sich a wife as aw know!Who's thowts an desires are pure as the snow,Who ...
Mi Bonny Yorksher Lass (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've travelled East, West, North, an South, An led a rooamin' life;Aw've met wi things ov stirlin' worth, Aw've shared wi joy ...
Charming May (John Hartley Poems)
"O! charming May!"That's what they say.The saying is not new,--The saying is not true;-- O! May!Bare fields and icebound streams,Sunshine in ...
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 ...