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Buttermilk &c
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:27 +0100
Buttermilk &c.
May is the month for Buttermilk! A doctor once tell'd me it wor worth
a guinea a pint; he sed it licked cod liver oil, castor oil; or
paraffin oil. Castor oil, he said, war varry gooid for ther bowels,
cod liver oil for ther liver, an' paraffin oil for ther leets (whear
they'd noa gas), but but ...
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A Hawporth
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:26 +0100
A Hawporth.
Whear is thi' Daddy doy? Whear is thi' mam?
What are ta cryin for, poor little lamb?
Dry up thi peepies, pet, wipe thi wet face;
Tears o' thy little cheeks seem aat 'o place.
What do they call thi, lad? Tell me thi name;
Have they been ooinion thi? Why, its a shame.
Here, tak this hawpny, an' bu ...
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September Month
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:26 +0100
September Month.
Blackberries are ripe in September, an' we may consider th' year's
ripe, for when this month gets turned, things 'll begin o' gooin' th'
back way. Its vany wonderful when we look reight at it. This world's
a wonderful spot, an' ther's a deal o' wonderful things in it. Ther's
some things at it ...
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New Machinery &c
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:25 +0100
New Machinery &c.
It shows varry little sense for fowk to object to a new machine till
they've tried it, or to fancy it'll be th' means o' smashin th' trade.
Luk at th' paaer looms; when they I wor started all th' hand-loom
weyvers struck wark, becoss they said it ud do 'em all up, an' ther'd
be noa wark at a ...
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Work Away
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:24 +0100
Work Away.
BONNY lads, and bonny lasses!
Work away! work away!
Think how swift each moment passes,
Time does never stay.
Then let's up and to our labours,
They who _will_, must sure succeed,
He does best who best endeavours,--
_Try again_ shall be our creed.
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Fault Finders
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:23 +0100
Fault Finders.
If ther's ony sooart o' fowk aw hate, it's them at's allus lukkin' aght
for faults;--hang it up! they get soa used to it, wol they willn't see
ony beauties if they are thear. They remind me ov a chap 'at aw knew at
wed a woman 'at had a wart at th' end ov her nooas, but it war nobbut a
little e ...
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Disapointment
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:24 +0100
Disapointment.
"Blessed are they who expect nothing, for they shall
net be disappointed."
Aw once knew a chap they called old Sammy; he used ta gaa wi a
donkey, an th' mooast remarkable things abaat him wor his clogs an'
his rags. Sammy had niver been wed, tho' he war fifty years old, but
it wor allus beli ...
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To Let
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:23 +0100
To Let.
Aw live in a snug little cot,
An' tho' poor, yet aw keep aat o' debt,
Cloise by, in a big garden plot,
Stands a mansion, 'at long wor to let.
Twelve month sin' or somewhear abaat,
A fine lukin' chap donned i' black,
Coom an' luk'd at it inside an' aat
An' decided this mansion to tak.
Ther wor ...
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Th' Traitle Sop
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:22 +0100
Th' Traitle Sop.
Once in a little country taan
A grocer kept a shop,
And sell'd amang his other things,
Prime traitle drink and pop,
Teah, coffee, currans, spenish juice,
Soft soap an' paader blue,
Presarves an' pickles, cinnamon,
Allspice an' pepper too;
An' hoasts o' other sooarts o' stu ...
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Lost Love
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:21 +0100
Lost Love.
Shoo wor a bonny, bonny lass
Her een as black as sloas,
Her hair a flying' thunner claad,
Her cheeks a blowing rooas;
Her smile coom like a sunny gleam
Her cherry lips to curl;
Her voice wor like a murm'ring stream
At flowed through banks o' pearl.
Aw long'd to claim her for ...
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