The Old Bachelor’s Story (John Hartley Poems)
It was an humble cottage, Snug in a rustic lane,Geraniums and fuschias peep'd From every window-pane;The dark-leaved ivy dressed its walls, Houseleek adorned ...
John Hartley Poems on Kings & Queens (28 Poems)
The Young Man’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
All kinds of songs I've heard folks sing, Of things in every nation; Of Queen's Road swells, and Clarehall belles, And every new ...
Lamentin’ An Repentin’ (John Hartley Poems)
Awst be better when spring comes, aw think, But aw feel varry sickly an waik,Awve noa relish for mait nor for ...
Jimmy’s Choice (John Hartley Poems)
One limpin Jimmy wed a lass;An this wor th' way it coom to pass--He'd saved a little bit o' brass, An ...
Alice (John Hartley Poems)
Dear little Alice lay dying;-- I see her as if 'twas to-day,And we stood round her snowy bed, crying, And watching her ...
Briggate at Setterdy Neet (John Hartley Poems)
Sin Leeds wor a city it puts on grand airs,An aw've noa wish to bother wi' others' affairs;'At they've mich ...
A Tale For Th’ Childer, On Christmas Eve (John Hartley Poems)
Little childer,--little childer; Harken to an old man's ditty;Tho yo live ith' country village,-- Tho yo live ith' busy city.Aw've a little ...
Th’ Short-Timer (John Hartley Poems)
Some poets sing o' gipsy queens, An some o' ladies fine;Aw'll sing a song o' other scenes,-- A humbler muse is mine.Jewels, ...
The Short-Timer (John Hartley Poems)
Some poets sing o' gipsy queens, An' some o' ladies fine;Aw'll sing a song o' other scenes, A humbler muse is mine:Jewels, ...
The Drunkard’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Tho' the sober shake the head, And drink water, boys, instead, And the foolish all strong liquors do decry; Yet the foaming glass ...
Somdy’s Chonce (John Hartley Poems)
What's a poor lass like me to do, 'At langs for a hooam ov her own?Aw'm a hale an bonny wench ...
Happy Sam’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Varry monny years ago, when this world wor rather young,A varry wicked sarpent, wi' a varry oily tongue,Whispered summat varry ...
Queen ov Skircoit Green (John Hartley Poems)
Have yo seen mi bonny Mary, Shoo lives at Skircoit Green;An old fowk say a fairer lass Nor her wor nivver seen.An ...
What It Comes To (John Hartley Poems)
Young Alick gate wed, as all gradely chaps do, An tuk Sally for better or war;A daycenter felly ne'er foller'd a ...
Mary (John Hartley Poems)
My Mary's as sweet as the flowers that grow, By the side of the brooklet that runs near her cot;Her brow ...
Jockey An Dolly (John Hartley Poems)
Th' sun shone breet at early morn, Burds sang sweetly on the trees;Larks wor springin from the corn, Tender blossoms sowt the ...
The Open Gates (John Hartley Poems)
My heart was sad when first we met; 'Yet with a smile,-- A welcome smile I ne'er forget, Thou didst beguileMy sighs and ...
My Queen (John Hartley Poems)
Annie--Oh! what a weary while It seems since that sad day;When whispering a fond "good bye," I tore myself away.And yet, 'tis ...
Grondad’s Lullaby (John Hartley Poems)
Sleep bonny babby, thi grondad is near, Noa harm can touch thee, sleep withaat fear;Innocent craytur, soa helpless an waik, Grondad wod ...
Willie’s Weddin (John Hartley Poems)
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 ...
Awr Annie (John Hartley Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Somebody’s (John Hartley Poems)
Oh, isn't it nice to be somebody's?-- Somebody's darling and pet,To be shrined in the heart of a dear one, Whose absence ...
Th’ Little Stranger (John Hartley Poems)
Little bonny, bonny babby, How tha stares, an' weel tha may,For its but an haar, or hardly, Sin' tha furst saw th' ...
Drink (John Hartley Poems)
When yo see a chap covered wi' rags, An hardly a shoe to his fooit,Gooin sleawshin along ovver th' flags, Wi' a ...
In My Garden Of Roses (John Hartley Poems)
Oh! Come to me, darling! My Sweet! Here where the sunlight reposes;Pink petals lie thick at my feet, Here in my garden ...
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 ...
That Lass (John Hartley Poems)
Awm nobbut a poor workin man, An mi wage leeavs me little to spare;But aw strive to do th' best 'at ...