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?...
Aw think aw could tell what day it wor th o' aw didn't know if aw could see a lot o' factry fowk gooin to ther wark. Mondy's easy to tell, becoss th' lasses have all clean approns on, an' ther hair hasn't lost its Sundy twists,...
It's hard what poor fowk mun put up wi'! What insults an snubs they've to tak! What bowin an scrapin's expected, If a chap's a black coit on his back. As if clooas made a chap ony better,...
Draw closer to my side to-night, Dear wife, give me thy hand, My heart is sad with memories Which thou canst understand, Its twenty years this very day, I know thou minds it well,...
Ther's mewsic ith' shuttle, ith' loom, an ith frame, Ther's melody mingled ith' noise; For th' active ther's praises, for th' idle ther's blame, If they'd harken to th' saand of its voice....
That old warmin pan wi' it's raand, brazzen face, Has hung thear for monny a day; 'Twor mi Gronny's, an th' haase wodn't luk like th' same place, If we tuk th' owd utensil away. ...
July is th' month to gooa a spawin'; an' fowk luk forrard to it just th' same as if they conldn't do withaat it. Th' fact is aw hardly dar say owt agean it, for awm fond ov a bit ov a off mysen; but then ther's different ways o...
Young Alick gate wed, as all gradely chaps do, An tuk Sally for better or war; A daycenter felly ne'er foller'd a ploo, - Th' best lad ov his mother's bi far. ...
A'a, dear! what a life has a mother! At leeast, if they're hamper'd like me, Thro' mornin' to neet ther's some bother, An' ther will be, aw guess, wol aw dee.
They say 'at its a waste o' brass - a nasty habit too, - A thing 'at noa reight-minded chap wod ivver think to do; Maybe they're reight; They say it puts one's brains to sleep, an maks a felly daft, -...
What wor it made me love thee, lass? Aw connot tell; Aw know it worn't for thi brass; - Tho' poor misel Aw'd moor nor thee, aw think, if owt, An what aw had wor next to nowt. ...
As Rueben wor smookin his pipe tother neet, Bi th' corner o'th' little "Slip Inn;" He spied some fowk marchin, an fancied he heeard A varry queer sooart ov a din. As nearer they coom he sed, "Bless mi life!...
Bells ring out a joyful sound, Old and young alike seem gay; One more year has gone its round, Again we greet a New Year's Day. Whilst to some they tell of cheer, Other hearts may grief betide,...
If at hooam yo have to tew, Though yor comforts may be few, An yo think yore lot is hard, and yor prospects bad; Yo may swear ther's nowt gooas reight, Wi' yor friends an wi' yor meyt,...
A'a, Willie, lad, aw'm fain to hear Tha's won a wife at last; Tha'll have a happier time next year, Nor what tha's had i'th' past. If owt can lend this life a charm, Or mak existence sweet,...
Winter's comin'! Top coits an' nickerbockers begin to be sowt up. A chap enjoys his bed a bit better, an' doesn't like gettin' up in a mornin' quite as weel. Tawkin' abaat enjoyin' bed makes me think ova young chap aat o' Midgl...