Saw yo that lass wi' her wicked een? That's awr Annie. Shoo's th' pet o'th' haase, we call her 'queen,' Shoo's th' bonniest wench wor ivver seen; Shoo laffs an frolics all th' day throo, -...
Her ladyship's getten a babby, - An they're makkin a famous to do, - They say, - Providence treated her shabby - Shoo wor fairly entitled to two. But judgin bi th' fuss an rejoicin,...
Beautiful babby! Beautiful lad! Pride o' thi mother and joy o' thi dad! Full ov sly tricks an sweet winnin ways; - Two cherry lips whear a smile ivver plays; Two little een ov heavenly blue, -...
"Awst nivver be jaylus, net aw!" Sed Nancy to th' love ov her heart, "Aw couldn't, lad, if awd to try, For aw know varry weel what tha art. Aw could trust thee to th' world's farthest point,...
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....
Bless all them bonny lasses, I' Yorksher born an bred! Ther beauty nooan surpasses, Complete i'th' heart an th' heead. An th' lads, - tho aw've seen monny lands, Ther equal aw ne'er met;...
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,...
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....
Aw've a rare lump o' beef on a dish, We've some bacon 'at's hung up o' th' thack, We've as mich gooid spice-cake as we wish, An wi' currens its varry near black; We've a barrel o' gooid hooam brewed drink,...
As through life you journey onward Many a hill you'll have to climb; Many a rough and dang'rous pathway, You'll encounter time and time. Now and then a gleam of sunshine,...
I'd a dream last night of my boyhood's days, And the scenes where my youth was spent; And I roamed the old woods where the squirrel plays, Full of frolicsome merriment....
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....
"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,...
Th' sun shone breet at early morn, Burds sang sweetly on the trees; Larks wor springin from the corn, Tender blossoms sowt the breeze. Jockey whistled as he went O'er rich meadows wet wi' dew;...
Lads an lasses lend yor ears Unto an old man's rhyme, Dooant hurry by an say wi' sneers, It's all a waste o' time. Some little wisdom yo may gain, Some trewth yo'll ne'er forget:...
What a lot ov advice ther is wasted; - What praichin is all thrown away; - Young fowk lang for pleasures untasted, An its little they'll heed what yo say. Old fowk may have wisdom i' plenty,...