Poor Dick nah sleeps quietly, his labor is done, Deeath shut off his steam tother day; His engine, long active, has made its last run, An his boiler nah falls to decay....
Niver try to mak a fooil ov onybody this month; ther's fooils enuff i'th world already. It's oft struck me what a varry slight difference ther is between a wise man and a fooil; one aims at summat an' hits it - tother aims at s...
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....
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,...
Ov whooalsum food aw get mi fill, - Ov drink aw seldom want a gill; Aw've clooas to shield me free throo harm, Should winds be cold or th' sun be warm.
If ther's ony sooart o' fowk aw hate, it's them at's allus lukkin' aght for faults; - hang it up! they get soa used to it, wol they willn't see ony beauties if they are thear. They remind me ov a chap 'at aw knew at wed a woman...
When ther's a flaar show, clooas show at th' same time. Aw hear fowk tawk abaat "floral gems," and sich like stuff, but aw understand varry little abaat it. But aw've a few gems ov another sooart at sich times - aw call 'em gem...
Ther's some born fooils, an' ther's some mak thersen fooils, an'. ther's some get made fooils on. When we hear fowk tell tales abaat sein' boggards, an gettin' ther planets ruled, we think it saands fooilish. Nah an' then one t...
Last May Mr. Goosequill, attorney-at-law, liberally forgave a poor widow the expenses of a trial in which he had been engaged. It is a singular fact that a tom-cat, which had been for years in the gentleman's family, having cau...
Said Mistress Smith to Mistress Green, Aw'm feeard we'st ha to flit; Twelve year i' this same haase we've been, An should be stoppin yet, I'th' same old spot, we thowt to spend...
Hide not Thy face, - and though the road Be dark and long and rough, With cheerfulness I'll bear my load, Thy smile will be enough. All other helps I can forego, If with Faith's eye I trace,...
Aw've a treasure yo'd laff if yo saw, But its mem'ries are dear to mi heart; For aw've oft seen it stuck in a jaw, Whear it seem'd to form ommost a part. Its net worth a hawpny, aw know,...
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,...
"A'a Mary aw'm glad 'at that's thee! Aw need thy advice, lass, aw'm sure; - Aw'm all ov a mooild tha can see, Aw wor nivver i' this way afoor. Aw've net slept a wink all th' neet throo;...
"He's a nowt! If ther's owt At a child shouldn't do, He mun try, Or know why, Befoor th' day's getten throo. An his dad, Ov his lad Taks noa nooatice at all, Aw declare...
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,...
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,...
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. ...