May is the month for Buttermilk! A doctor once tell'd me it wor worth a guinea a pint; he sed it licked cod liver oil, castor oil; or paraffin oil. Castor oil, he said, war varry gooid for ther bowels, cod liver oil for ther li...
Aw dooat on a lass wi' a bonny face, Wi' a twinkle ov fun in her ee; - An aw like a lass 'at's some style an grace, An aw'm fond o' one winnin an shy. An ther's one 'at's a lot o' curly hair,...
I named him Claude, 'twas a strange conceit, 'Twas a name that no relatives ever bore; Yet there lingered around it a mem'ry sweet, Of a face and a voice I miss evermore. ...
May is abaat th' warst pairt o'th' year for a wed chap, for he connot walk aat, an' he cannot be comfortable at hooam, becoss it's th' cleeanin' daan time. Talk abaat weshin' days! they're fooils to cleeanin' days. Buckstun lim...
Bonny lassie, come thi ways, An let us goa together! Tho' we've met wi stormy days, Ther'll be some sunny weather. An if joy should spring for me, Tha shall freely share it;...
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 taistrel, lad, But tha artn't as bad as they call thi, doy. ...
If yo've a fancy for a spree, Goa up to Lundun, same as me, Yo'll find ther's lots o' things to see, To pleeas yo weel. If seem isn't quite enuff, Yo needn't tew an waste yor puff,...
Coortin days, - Coortin days, - loved one an lover! What wod aw give if those days could come ovver? Weddin is joyous, - its pleasur unstinted; But coortin is th' sweetest thing ivver invented....
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Just a word i' thi ear, - Aw hooap we shall net disagree; But aw'm foorced to admit as aw watch thi each year, At tha seems a big humbug to me. ...
Little patt'rin, clatt'rin feet, Runnin raand throo morn to neet; Banishin mi mornin's nap, - Little bonny, noisy chap, - But aw can't find fault yo see, - For he's Dad's lad an he loves me. ...
Down in the deeps of dark despair and woe; - Of Death expectant; - Hope I put aside; Counting the heartbeats, slowly, yet more slow, - Marking the lazy ebb of life's last tide....
"Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn, "Here's a bonny to do! aw declare! Aw wor nivver soa capt sin th' day aw wor born! Aw neer saw sich a seet at a fair. ...
Ditherum dump lived i'th' haase behund th' pump, An he grummel'd throo mornin to neet, On his rig he'd a varry respectable hump, An his nooas end wor ruddy an breet....
Aw've a rare lump o' beef on a dish, We've some bacon 'at's hung up o' th' thack, We've as mich gooid spice-cake as we wish, An wi' currens its varry near black; We've a barrel o' gooid hooam brewed drink,...
Dooant forget the old fowks, - They've done a lot for thee; Remember tha'd a mother once, Who nursed thi on her knee. A father too, who tew'd all day To mak thi what tha art,...
As through life you journey onward Many a hill you'll have to climb; Many a rough and dang'rous pathway, You'll encounter time and time. Now and then a gleam of sunshine,...
When yo see a chap covered wi' rags, An hardly a shoe to his fooit, Gooin sleawshin along ovver th' flags, Wi' a pipe in his maath black as sooit; An he tells yo he's aght ov a job,...