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' time. Some little wisdom yo may gain, Some trewth yo'll ne'er forget:...
O winds 'at blow, an flaars 'at grow, O sun, an stars an mooin! Aw've loved yo long, as weel yo know, An watched yo neet an nooin. But nah, yor paars to charm all flee, Altho' yor bonny still,...
What a lot ov advice ther is wasted; - What praichin is all thrown away; - Young fowk lang for pleasures untasted, An its little they'll heed what yo say. Old fowk may have wisdom i' plenty,...
Place thy lilly-white hand in mine, Maid with the wealth of golden hair; - Tresses, that gleaming like gold, entwine, Round about a sweet face so fair.
"Well, Robert! what's th' matter! nah mun, Aw see 'at ther's summat nooan sweet; Thi een luk as red as a sun - Aw saw that across th' width of a street; Aw hope 'at yor Lily's noa war -...
Sweet, drooping, azure tinted bells, How dear you are; Bringing the scent of shady dells, To me from far; Telling of spring and gladsome sunny hours, - Nature's bright jewels!=-heart-refreshing flowers!...
Whew! - Tha'rt in a famous hurry! Awm nooan baan to try to catch thi! Aw've noa dogs wi' me to worry Thee poor thing, - aw like to watch thi. Tha'rt a runner! aw dar back thi,...
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 meadow Came the little maid....
I've been sitting reviewing the past, dear wife, From the time when a toddling child, - Through my boyish days with their joys and strife, - Through my youth with its passions wild....
Shoo wor a bonny, bonny lass, Her e'en as black as sloas; Her hair a flyin thunner claad, Her cheeks a blowin rooas. Her smile coom like a sunny gleam Her cherry lips to curl;...
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 and a springy tread,...
Th' swallows are buildin ther nests, Jenny, Th' springtime has come with its flowers; Th' fields in ther greenest are drest, Jenny, An th' songsters mak music ith' bowers. Daisies an buttercups smile, Jenny,...
Let's love one another, it's better bi far; Mak peace wi yor Brother - it's better nor war! Life's rooad's rough enuff, - let's mak it mooar smooth, Let's sprinkle awr pathway wi kindness an love....
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 a will ther's a way. If yo've plenty to ait an to drink,...
Mak th' best on't, - mak th' best on't, - tho' th' job be a bad en, God bless mi life! childer, its useless to freeat! This world's reight enuff, but it wod be a sad en,...
These winds blow rayther strong - stronger sometimes nor what feels pleasant. Ther's monny a chap has a race wi' his hat, an' it luks a sheepish sooart ov a trick, an' iverybody can affooard to laff at him just becoss it isn't ...
My Mary's as sweet as the flowers that grow, By the side of the brooklet that runs near her cot; Her brow is as fair as the fresh fallen snow, And the gleam of her smile can be never forgot....