One neet aw went hooam, what time aw can't tell, But it must ha been lat, for awd th' street to mysel. Furst one clock, then t'other, kept ringin aght chimes, Aw wor gaumless, a chap will get gaumless sometimes....
The wind it blew cold, and the ice was thick, Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts grew; A young mother lay in her cottage, sick, - Her needs were many, her comforts few....
Its a long time sin thee an' me have met befoor, owd lad, - Soa pull up thi cheer, an sit daan, for ther's noabdy moor welcome nor thee: Thi toppin's grown whiter nor once, - yet mi heart feels glad,...
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 tale to tell yo, - One 'at ne'er grows stale wi' tellin, -...
Why the dickens do some fowk keep thrustin, As if th' world hadn't raam for us all? Wi consarn an consait they're fair brustin, One ud think th' heavens likely to fall....
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. ...
It's a comfort a chap can do withaat what he connot get. It feels hard to have to do wi' less nor what a body has at present, but if it has to be it will be, an' it's cappin' ha' fowk manage to pool throo haiver bad th' job is....
One limpin Jimmy wed a lass; An this wor th' way it coom to pass - He'd saved a little bit o' brass, An soa he thowt he'd ventur To tak unto hissen a wife, To ease his mind ov all its strife,...
Let us have a jolly spree, An wi' joy an harmonie, Let the merry moments flee, For mi love's come back. O, the days did slowly pass, When awd lost mi little lass, But nah we'll have a glass,...
It shows varry little sense for fowk to object to a new machine till they've tried it, or to fancy it'll be th' means o' smashin th' trade. Luk at th' paaer looms; when they I wor started all th' hand-loom weyvers struck wark, ...