Category: Poetry
The Author respectfully submits to the general public of his native town and district, this volume of poems, containing some of the chief results of his musings for the past thirty years. He hopes that the volume, which is in reality the production of a life-time, will in many...
On Aire's bonny benks wi' her meadows so green, There's an ancient owd hall to-day may be seen, That wor built in the days of some owd feudal king, Of whom the owd bards delight...
2. Chapter 2High fra the summit o' yon' crag, I view yon' smooky town, Where forten she has deigned to smile On monny a simple clown: Though free fra want, they're free fra brains; An' yet...
5. Chapter 5Yes; he whose life's short span appears Mixed up with joyous smiles and tears; So interwove with doubts and fears His harp did ring; And made the world to ope' its ears And hear...
3. Chapter 3Who knew his virtues must his death deplore And long lament that Ireland is no more; Set is the sun that shone with all its rays, And claimed from every one their warmest praise.
4. Chapter 4But among the procession at walk'd in his pride, Wor Joey o' Willie's 'at lives at t'Beck Side; An' along wi' Bill Earby wor marchin' his friend, Wun Jemmy o' Roses fra t'Bransh...
1. Chapter 1The Author respectfully submits to the general public of his native town and district, this volume of poems, containing some of the chief results of his musings for the past thi...
7. Chapter 7Behold how the rivers flow down to the sea, Sending their treasures so careless and free; And to give their assistance each Spring doth arise, Uplifting and singing my songs to...