Mary’s Bonnet (John Hartley Poems)
Have yo seen awr Mary's bonnet? It's a stunner,--noa mistak!Ther's a bunch o' rooasies on it, An a feather daan her back.Yollo ...
Poems about yor (21 Poems)
Contrasts (John Hartley Poems)
If yo've a fancy for a spree,Goa up to Lundun, same as me,Yo'll find ther's lots o' things to see, To ...
Settin Off (John Hartley Poems)
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 ...
Mak th’ Best Ont (John Hartley Poems)
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 ...
My Lass (John Hartley Poems)
Fairest lass amang the monny, Hair as black as raven, O.Net another lass as bonny, Lives i'th' dales ov Craven, O.City lasses ...
Give It ‘Em Hot (John Hartley Poems)
Give it 'em hot, an be hanged to ther feelins! Souls may be lost wol yor choosin' yor words!Out wi' them ...
My Doctrine (John Hartley Poems)
Aw wodn't care to live at all, Unless aw could be jolly!Let sanctimonious skinflints call All recreation folly.Aw still believe this world ...
Work Lads! (John Hartley Poems)
Work if tha can, it's thi duty to labor; If able, show willin,--ther's plenty to do,Ther's battles to feight withaat musket ...
Lass O’Th Haley Hill (John Hartley Poems)
O winds 'at blow, an flaars 'at grow, O sun, an stars an mooin!Aw've loved yo long, as weel yo know, An ...
A Wife [1] (John Hartley Poems)
Who is it, when one starts for th' dayA cheerin word is apt to say,At sends yo leeter on yor ...
My Polly (John Hartley Poems)
My Polly's varry bonny, Her een are black an breet;They shine under her raven locks, Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet.Her little ...
Grace (John Hartley Poems)
God bless ivery one raand yor table Wi' plenty to ait an' to spare; God bless yo an' mak yo all able To ...
When Lost (John Hartley Poems)
If at hooam yo have to tew, Though yor comforts may be few,An yo think yore lot is hard, and yor ...
An Acrostic (John Hartley Poems)
H a! if yo'd nobbut known that lass,A w'm sure yo'd call her bonny;N oa other could her charms surpass,N ...
The Lost Child. Canto I. (George Jehoshaphat Mountain Poems)
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
Margit’s Comin’ (Edwin Waugh Poems)
Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon;Aw see thae'rt theer i'th nook again;Where aw've a gill thae's nine or ten: Thae ...
Alysoun (Anonymous Americas Poems)
An hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot, from hevene it is me sent; From ...
Play Cricket (Ben Turner Poems)
Whativvur task yo tackle, lads, Whativvur job you do, I' all yor ways, ...
The Wayver of Wellbrook (Ben Brierley Poems)
Yo gentlemen o with yor heaunds an yor parks, Yo may gamble an sport till yo dee;Bo a quiet heause ...
A Bit Of A Sing (Edwin Waugh Poems)
Bill o' Sheepsheawter's;Robin o'th DreeRondle o' Scouter'sTwilter, an' me;We made Mally Grime'sOwd kitchen roof ring,One merry yule-time,When met for to ...
Maiden Name (Philip Larkin Poem)
Marrying left yor maiden name disused. Its five light sounds no longer mean your face, Your voice, and all your ...