Yorkshire Lyrics Poems Written In The Dialect As Spoken In The

But they say ther is One 'at can see, An has promised to guide us safe throo; Soa aw'll live on i'hopes, an' surelee, He'll find a chap summat to do.

This hall lets for fifty a year, Wol five paand is all 'at aw pay; When th' day come mi rent's allus thear, An that's a gooid thing in its way.

Sang the linnet,--"wait a minnit, Let me whisper in thine ear; Life has lots o' pleasure in it, Though a shadow's oftimes near. Ivvery shoolder has its burden, Ivvery heart its...

Soa aw thowt aw'll let wark goa to pot for a bit, Its net once i'th' year 'at aw get sich a treeat; But aw'll have a day aght just bi th' way ov a change, For aw've moped i' yon...

Plain Jane--plain Jane; This wor owd Butterworth's favourite strain: For wealth couldn't buy, Such pleasur an joy. As he had wi his owd plain Jane. Ther wor women who oft, Maybe...

Bide thi time! for ther's a endin To a loin, haivver long: Things at th' warst mun start o' mendin; Ther's noa wind but what's befriendin One or other, tho' its strong: Remember...

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...

Nah chaps, pray dooant think it's a sarmon awm praichin, If aw tell yo some nooations at's entered mi pate; For ther's nubdy should turn a cold shoulder to taichin, If th' moral...

"Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn, "Here's a bonny to do! aw declare! Aw wor nivver soa capt sin th' day aw wor born! Aw neer saw sich a seet at a fair.

An if aw've spokken nowty words At's made thee cry an freeat; Aw've allus suffered twice as mich, An beg'd thi to forget. Tha'rt th' only woman maks me mad, Then soothes me wi'...

Ha weel aw remember that big Christmas puddin, That puddin mooast famous ov all in a year; When each lad at th' table mud stuff all he could in, An ne'er have a word ov refusal...

For shoo's one i' ten thaasand yo see; An shoo shows 'at shoo's suited wi' me, An yo chaps 'at want wives 'At will gladden yer lives, Up at Horton yo'll find 'em to be.

Soa Peter gate a time-table-- They gloored o'er th' map together: Drew did all at he wor able, But could'nt find a stiver. At last says he, "Thear's Leeds Taan Hall, An thear st...

Blest be that heart 'at finds i' me What nubdy else could ivver see;-- Summat to love.--Aye! even thee, Tha knows its true; We've shared booath wealth an poverty, An meean to do.

How should I know, That those bright eyes of thine Would haunt me yet? And through Grief's dark cloud shine, With that same glow? That thy sweet smile, so full of trust and love...

"It has not been my lot to pore O'er ancient tomes of Classic lore, Or quaff Castalia's springs; Yet sometimes the observant eye May germs of poetry descry In plain and common t...

Then the hearts of the little ones filled with fear, With a sickening sense of a danger near; And with frantic efforts they strove to flee, To the homes where they knew there wo...

Ah, yes,--such is love to the maiden and youth, That have implicit trust in each others truth;-- Such love was mine, but alas, alas! The things I had hoped for ne'er came to pas...

Long as life lasts let me clasp thy hand, As a pledge of our oneness, existing now; And when I depart for the better land, Let it rest for a while on my death-cold brow.