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....
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....
Aw wodn't gie a penny piece To be a millionaire, For him 'at's little cattle, is The chap wi' little care. Jewels may flash o'er achin broos, An silken robes may hide Bosoms all fair to look upon,...
On the sixteenth of June, eighteen eighty-three, The children of Sunderland hastened to see, Strange wonders performed by a mystic man, Believing, - as only young children can....
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,...
"Come, John lad, tell me what's to do, Tha luks soa glum an sad; Is it becoss tha'rt short o' brass? Or are ta poorly, lad? Has sombdy been findin fault, Wi' owt tha's sed or done?...
When but a little toddlin thing, I'th' heather sweet shoo'd play, An like a fay on truant wing, Shoo'd rammel far away; An even butterflees wod come Her lovely face to scan,...
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...
I hope my readers will regard that varry gooid advice, when they see th' grass cut - "Mak hay woll th 'sun shines." There's nowt aw like better nor to spend a day or two in a hay field. Tawk abaat "Ho de Colong!" It doesn't sme...
This world's made up ov leet an shade, But some things strange aw mark; One class live all on th' sunny side, Wol others dwell i'th' dark. Wor it intended some should grooap,...
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....
When aw cooarted Mary Hanner, Aw wor young an varry shy; An shoo used to play th' peanner Wol aw sheepishly sat by. Aw lang'd to tell her summat, But aw railly hadn't th' pluck,...
One Easter Mundy, for a spree, To Bradforth, Mary Jane an me, Decided we wod tak a jaunt, An have a dinner wi mi hont; For Mary Jane, aw'd have yo know, Had promised me, some time ago,...
Have yo seen awr Mary's bonnet? It's a stunner, - noa mistak! Ther's a bunch o' rooasies on it, An a feather daan her back. Yollo ribbons an fine laces, An a cock-a-doodle-doo,...