After the annual excursion of the Lowly Dale Scientific Society, the members were addressed by Mr. Evertrot Gagthorp. New specimens, the product of their recent journey, now enrich the Museum: viz. In Geology - Limestone, pumic...
Iverybody 'at is owt is awther just settin' off or just gettin' back throo th' spaws. Ther's nowt like th' sea breeze! But a chum o' mine says th' sea breeze is a fooil to Saltaire, but he cannot mak me believe it. Ther's nowt ...
Aw've been walkin up th' loin all ith weet, Aw felt sure tha'd be comin that way; For tha promised tha'd meet me to-neet, An answer me "Aye" or else "Nay." Tho aw hevn't mich fear tha'll refuse,...
Blackberries are ripe in September, an' we may consider th' year's ripe, for when this month gets turned, things 'll begin o' gooin' th' back way. Its vany wonderful when we look reight at it. This world's a wonderful spot, an'...
It isn't 'at aw want to rooam An leeav thi bi thisen: For aw'm content enuff at hooam, Aw'm net like other men. But then ther's thee an childer three, To care for an protect,...
Shiver the goblet and scatter the wine! Tempt me no more with the sight! I care not though brightly as ruby it shine, Like a serpent I know it will bite. Give me the clustering fruit of the vine, -...
Sing on, tha bonny burd, sing on, sing on; Aw connot sing; A claad hings ovver me, do what aw con Fresh troubles spring. Aw wish aw could, like thee, fly far away,...
Aw'm turned o' sixty, nah, old lass, Yet weel aw mind the time, When like a young horse turned to grass, Aw gloried i' mi prime. Aw'st ne'er forget that bonny face 'At stole mi heart away;...
Smiles are things aw like to see, an'. they're noa less acceptable becoss sometimes ther's a tear or two. A chap at's a heart ov a reight sooart under his waistcoit cannot allus be smilin'. Awve met a deal o' sooarts o' fowk i'...
Aw've travell'd o'er land, an aw've travell'd o'er sea, An aw've seen th' grandest lasses 'at ivver can be; But aw've nivver met one 'at could mak mi heart glad, Like her, - for oh! shoo wor bonny mi lad. ...
Awm a young Yorksher lad as jolly an gay, As a lark on a sunshiny mornin, An Dolly's as fair as the flaars i' May, An trubbles we meean to be scornin. If we live wol to-morn aw shall make her mi wife,...
What's a poor lass like me to do, 'At langs for a hooam ov her own? Aw'm a hale an bonny wench too, An nubdy can say aw'm heigh-flown. Aw want nawther riches nor style,...
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 fills soul with regret? To be dreamed of, and longed for, and courted,...
Nah chaps, pray dooant think it's a sarmon awm praichin, If aw tell yo some nooations at's entered mi pate; For ther's nubdy should turn a cold shoulder to taichin,...
Th' sun wor settin, - red an gold, Wi splendor paintin th' west, An purplin tints throo th' valley roll'd, As daan he sank to rest. Yet dayleet lingered looath to leeav A world soa sweet an fair,...
Come lassie be stirrin, for th' lark's up ith' lift, An th' dew drops are hastin away; An th' mist oth' hillside is beginnin to shift, An th' flaars have all wakkened for th' day....