Ther's sunshine an storm as we travel along, Throo life's journey whear ivver we be; An its wiser to leeten yor heart wi' a song, Nor to freeat at wbat fate may decree;...
Little simple violet, Glittering with dewy wet, Hidden by protecting grass All unheeded we should pass Were it not the rich perfume, Leads us on to find the bloom Which so modestly does dwell,...
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 longer can stay. Well, - it's folly for th' old en's to freeat,...
Aw heeard a funny tale last neet - Aw could'nt howd fro' laffin - 'Twor at th' Bull's Heead we chonced to meet, An' spent an haar i' chaffin. Some sang a song, some cracked a joak,...
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 chap's a black coit on his back. As if clooas made a chap ony better,...
Aw like to see a lot o' lads All frolicsome an free, An hear ther noisy voices, As they run an shaat wi' glee; But if ther's onny sooart o' lad Aw like better nor another,...
Th' last month o' th' year; an' ther's summat rayther sorrowful abaat th' last o' owt, exceptin' trouble; an' still to me ther's allus summat varry interestin' abaat owt at's "th' last." Aw've watched men when they've been buil...
Young Harry wor a single chap, An wod have lots o' tin, An monny a lass had set her cap, This temptin prize to win. But Harry didn't want a wife, He'd rayther far be free;...
Yo've heeard tell abaat th new railrooad aw dar say? It's an age o' steeam is this! Smook nuisance and boilers brustin are ivery-day affairs, an' ivery thing an' ivery body seem to be on at full speed. Aw wonder 'at noabdy inve...
Aw'll nivver get druffen noa mooar, It's th' last time is this, an that's trew,-- For mi booans is all shakkin an sooar, Throo th' craan o' mi hat, to mi shoe.
Those days have gone, those happy days, When we two loved to roam, Beside the rivulet that strays, Near by my rustic home. Yes, they have fled, and in the past, We've left them far behind,...
She has gone for ever from earth away, Yet those tiny fingers haunt me still; In the silent night, when the moons pale ray, Silvers the leaves on the window sill. Just between sleeping and waking I lie,...
It wor th' owd, owd story he towd her, Th' story, 'at's owder nor time; Nowt ivver chap whisper'd wor owder, Nowt ivver soa grand an sublime. For man nivver towd ither story,...
Some poets sing o' gipsy queens, An some o' ladies fine; Aw'll sing a song o' other scenes, - A humbler muse is mine. Jewels, an' gold, an silken frills, Are things too heigh for me;...
Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, Ov that yo may be sewer; Shoo had her trubbles tho', alas! An th' biggest wor her yure. Noa lass shoo knew as mich could spooart, But oft shoo'd heeard it sed,...
A'a awm feeared tha's come too sooin, Little daisy! Pray, whativer wor ta doin? Are ta crazy? Winter winds are blowin' yet, - Tha'll be starved, mi little pet. ...
Tha bonny little pooasy! aw'm inclined To tak thee wi' me: But yet aw think if tha could spaik thi mind, Tha'd ne'er forgie me; For i' mi jacket button-hoil tha'd quickly dee,...