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 Youth (37 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Babby Burds (John Hartley Poems)
Aw wander'd aght one summer's morn,Across a meadow newly shorn;Th' sun wor shinin' breet and clear,An' fragrant scents rose up ...
His Dowter Gate Wed (John Hartley Poems)
He'd had his share ov ups an daans, His sprees an troubles too;Ov country joys an life i' taans, He'd run th' ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 Tale For Th’ Childer, On Christmas Eve (John Hartley Poems)
Little childer,--little childer; Harken to an old man's ditty;Tho yo live ith' country village,-- Tho yo live ith' busy city.Aw've a little ...
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 ...
Did Yo Ivver! (John Hartley Poems)
"Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn, "Here's a bonny to do! aw declare!Aw wor nivver soa capt sin th' ...
Little Sunshine (John Hartley Poems)
Winsome, wee and witty, Like a little fay,Carolling her ditty All the livelong day,Saucy as a sparrow In the summer glade,Flitting o'er the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Happy Sam’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Varry monny years ago, when this world wor rather young,A varry wicked sarpent, wi' a varry oily tongue,Whispered summat varry ...
Bonny Yorksher (John Hartley Poems)
Bonny Yorksher! how aw love thi! Hard an rugged tho' thi face is;Ther's an honest air abaat thi, Aw ne'er find i' ...
Th’ Lesser Evil (John Hartley Poems)
Young Harry wor a single chap, An wod have lots o' tin,An monny a lass had set her cap, This temptin prize ...
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 ...
Sixty, Turned, To-day (John Hartley Poems)
Aw'm turned o' sixty, nah, old lass, Yet weel aw mind the time,When like a young horse turned to grass, Aw gloried ...
Help Thisen (John Hartley Poems)
"Come, help thisen, lad,--help thisen!" Wor what mi uncle sed.We'd just come in throo makkin hay, To get some cheese an breead.An ...
What It Comes To (John Hartley Poems)
Young Alick gate wed, as all gradely chaps do, An tuk Sally for better or war;A daycenter felly ne'er foller'd a ...
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' ...
Sixty An Sixteen (John Hartley Poems)
We're older nor we used to be, But that's noa reason whyWe owt to mope i' misery, An whine an grooan an ...
Love (John Hartley Poems)
Love--love--love--love,--A tiny hand in a tiny glove;A witching smile that means,--well,--well,Whether little or much its hard to tell.A tiny foot ...