Let's love one another, it's better bi far; Mak peace wi yor Brother - it's better nor war! Life's rooad's rough enuff, - let's mak it mooar smooth, Let's sprinkle awr pathway wi kindness an love....
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,...
Aw'm wearily trudgin throo mire an weet, For aw've finished another day's wark; An welcome to me is that flickerin leet, 'At shines throo mi winder i'th' dark. Aw know ther's mi drinkin just ready o'th' hob,...
What matters if some fowk deride, An point wi' a finger o' scorn? Th' time wor tha wor lukt on wi' pride, Befooar mooast o'th' scoffers wor born. But aw'll ne'er turn mi back on a friend,...
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,...
They reckon to brew a gooid sup o' ale in October, an' they call it "Prime owd October." Ther's monny a war thing i'th' world nor a sup o' gooid drink. Landlords an' teetotal-lecturers manage to get a livin' aat on it some way;...
Once agean welcome! oh, what is ther grander, When years have rolled by sin' yo left an old friend? An what cheers yor heart, when yo far away wander, As mich as the thowts ov a welcome at th' end?...
When dull November's misty shroud, All Nature's charms depress, Flinging a damp, dark, deadening cloud, O'er each heart's joyousness. Our fancies quit their lighter vein, And out from Memory's shrine,...
He wandered slipshod through the street, His clothes had many a rent; His shoes seemed dropping from his feet, His eyes were downward bent. His face was sallow, pale and thin, His beard neglected grew,...
On Calder's green banks I stroll sadly and lonely, The flowers are blooming, the birds singing sweet, The river's low murmur seems whispering only, The name of the laddie I came here to meet....
A'a! it's grand to ha plenty o' brass! It's grand to be able to spend A trifle sometimes on a glass For yorsen, or sometimes for a friend. To be able to bury yor neive...
Poor old hat! poor old hat! like misen tha's grown An fowk call us old fashioned an odd; But monny's the storm we have met sin that day, When aw bowt thee all shiny an snod....
Ther's some fowk like watter, An others like beer; It doesn't mich matter, If ther heead is kept clear. But to guzzle an swill, As if aitin an drinkin Wor all a chap lives for,...
Have yo seen mi bonny Mary, Shoo lives at Skircoit Green; An old fowk say a fairer lass Nor her wor nivver seen. An th' young ens say shoo's th' sweetest flaar, 'At's bloomin thear to-day;...
It isn't 'at aw want to rooam An leeav thi bi thisen: For aw'm content enuff at hooam, Aw'm net like other men. But then ther's thee an childer three, To care for an protect,...
Sing on, tha bonny burd, sing on, sing on; Aw connot sing; A claad hings ovver me, do what aw con Fresh troubles spring. Aw wish aw could, like thee, fly far away,...
Smiles are things aw like to see, an'. they're noa less acceptable becoss sometimes ther's a tear or two. A chap at's a heart ov a reight sooart under his waistcoit cannot allus be smilin'. Awve met a deal o' sooarts o' fowk i'...