Aw'd rayther face a redwut brick, Sent flyin at mi heead; Aw'd rayther track a madman's steps, Whearivver they may leead; Aw'd rayther ventur in a den, An stail a lion's cub;...
"Another day will follow this," Ah, - that shall sewerly be, But th' day 'at dawns to-morn, my lad, May nivver dawn for thee, This day is thine, soa use it weel, For fear when it has passed,...
We've mooast on us, at one 'time or another, accidentally dropt amang company withaat havin ony idea o' spendin mich time wi' em, an' yet we've kept stoppin an' stoppin, feelin as happy as con be, an' niver thinkin for a minit ...
A little lad, - bare wor his feet, His 'een wor swell'd an red, Wor sleepin, one wild New Year's neet, - A cold doorstep his bed. His little curls wor drippin weet, His clooas wor thin an old,...
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?...
Yo fowk 'at's some brass to invest, Luk sharp an mak th' best ov yor chonce! Aw'll gie yo a tip, - one o'th' best, Whear ther's profit an safety for once. Yo needn't be feeard th' bank 'll brust,...
When rich fowk are feastin, an poor fowk are grooanin, Ther's summat 'at connot be reight. Wol one lot are cheerin, another lot's mooanin For want ov sufficient to ait....
Oh the snow, - the bright fleecy snow! Isn't it grand when the north breezes blow? Isn't it bracing the ice to skim o'er, With a jovial friend or the one you adore?...
Aw know some fowk will call it crime, To put sich stooaries into ryhme, But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty: An if it's all a waste o' time, The moor's the pity.
It nobbut luks like tother day, Sin Jane an me first met; Yet fifty years have rolled away, But still aw dooant forget. Th' Sundy schooil wor ovver, An th' rain wor teemin daan...
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....
Young Billy Bumble bowt a pig, Soa aw've heeard th' neighbors say; An monny a mile he had to trig One sweltin' summer day; But Billy didn't care a fig, He sed he'd mak it pay;...
Sin Leeds wor a city it puts on grand airs, An aw've noa wish to bother wi' others' affairs; 'At they've mich to be praad on aw freely admit, But aw think thier's some things they mud alter a bit....
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. ...
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...
Sleep bonny babby, thi grondad is near, Noa harm can touch thee, sleep withaat fear; Innocent craytur, soa helpless an waik, Grondad wod give up his life for thy sake, Sleep little beauty,...
'A, Johnny! A'a, Johnny! aw'm sooary for thee! But come thi ways to me, an sit o' mi knee; For it's shockin to hearken to th' words 'at tha says; - Ther wor nooan sich like things i' thi gronfayther's days. ...