Aw've been laikin for ommost eight wick, An aw can't get a day's wark to do! Aw've trailed abaat th' streets, wol aw'm sick An aw've worn mi clog-soils ommost throo. ...
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 ...
Why lad, awm sewer tha'rt ommost done, This ovvertime is killin; 'Twor allus soa sin th' world begun, They put o' them at's willin. Tha's ne'er a neet to call thi own, - Tha starts furst thing o' Mundy,...
A'a dear, what it is to be big! To be big i' one's own estimation, To think if we shake a lawse leg, 'At th' world feels a tremblin sensation. To fancy 'at th' nook 'at we fill,...
Wod yo leead a happy life? Aw can show yo ha, - Get a true an lovin wife, - (Yo may have one nah.) If yo have, remember this, Be a true man to her, An whativver gooas amiss,...
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....
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. ...
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.
Draw thi cheer nigher th' foir, put th' knittin away, Put thi tooas up o'th' fender to warm: We've booath wrought enuff, aw should think, for a day, An a rest willn't do us mich harm....
He'd had his share ov ups an daans, His sprees an troubles too; Ov country joys an life i' taans, He'd run th' whoal gamut throo. He labored hard to mak ends meet, An keep things all ship-shap:...
"I would not live alway," Why should I wish to stay, Now, when grown old and grey, Enduring slow decay? When power to do has fled, 'Twere better to be dead - The tree that's ceased to bear,...
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.
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!...
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 ...
It wor dark an mi way wor across a wild mooar, An noa signs could aw find ov a track, 'Twor a place whear aw nivver had rambled befooar; An aw eearnestly wished misen back....
At Wibsey Slack lived modest Jack, No daat yo knew him weel; His cheeks wor red, his een wor black, His limbs wor strong as steel. His curly hair wor black as jet, His spirits gay an glad,...