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Duffin Johnie
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:21 +0100
Duffin Johnie.
(A Rifleman's Adventure.)
Th' mooin shone breet wi silver leet,
An' th' wind wor softly sighin,
Th' burds did sleep, an' th' snails did creep,
An' th' buzzards wor a flying;
Th' daisies donned ther neet caps on,
An' th buttercups wor weary,
When Jenny went to meet her John,
He ...
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Rejected
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:20 +0100
Rejected.
Gooid bye, lass, aw dunnot blame,
Tho' mi loss is hard to bide!
For it wod ha' been a shame,
Had tha ivver been the bride
Of a workin chap like me;
One 'ats nowt but love to gie.
Hard hoot'd neives like thease o' mine.
Surely ne'er wor made to press
Hands so lily-white as thine;
N ...
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Moral
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:19 +0100
Moral.
Yo fowk 'ats tempted to goa buy
Be careful what yo do;
Dooant be persuaded coss "its _cheap_,"
For if yo do yo'll rue;
Dooant think its lowerin to yor sen
To ax a friend's advice,
Else like poor Billy's pig, 't may be
Bowt dear at ony price. ...
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Billy Bumble's Bargain
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:19 +0100
Billy Bumble's Bargain.
Young Billy Bumble bowt a pig,
Soa aw've heeard th' neighbors say;
An' mony a mile he had to trig
One sweltin' summer day;
But Billy didn't care a fig,
He said he'd mak it pay;
He _knew_ it wor a bargain,
An' he cared net who said nay.
He browt it hooam to Ploo Croft ...
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An Old Man's Christmas Morning
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:18 +0100
An Old Man's Christmas Morning.
Its a long time sin' thee an' me
have met befoor, owd lad,--
Soa pull up thi cheer, an' sit daan,
for ther's noabdy moor welcome nor thee:
Thi toppin's grown whiter nor once,--
yet mi heart feels glad,
To see ther's a rooas o' thi cheek,
an' a b ...
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Did yo Iver
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:18 +0100
Did yo Iver.
Gooid gracious! cried Susy, one fine summer's morn,
Here's a bonny to do! aw declare!
Aw wor niver soa capt sin th' day aw wor born!
Aw near saw sich a seet at a Fair.
Here, Sally! come luk! Ther's a maase made its nest
Reight ith' craan o' mi new Sundy bonnet!
Haiver its fun its way ...
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Take Heart
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:17 +0100
Take Heart.
Roughest roads, we often find,
Lead us on to th' nicest places;
Kindest hearts oft hide behind
Some o'th' plainest-lukkin faces.
Flaars' whose colors breetest are,
Oft delight awr wond'ring seet;
But thers others, humbler far,
Smell a thaasand times as sweet.
Burds o' monny col ...
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A Strange Stooary
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:16 +0100
A Strange Stooary.
Aw know some fowk will call it crime,
To put sich stooaries into ryhme,
But yet, contentedly aw chime
Mi simple ditty:
An if it's all a waste o' time,
The moor's the pity.
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O'er Wibsey Slack aw coom last neet,
Wi' reekin heead and weary feet,
A strange, stra ...
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Ther's mich Expected
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:15 +0100
Ther's mich Expected.
Life's pathway is full o' deep ruts,
An' we mun tak gooid heed lest we stumble;
Man is made up of "ifs" and of "buts,"
It'seems pairt ov his natur to grumble.
But if we'd anxiously tak
To makkin' things smooth as we're able,
Ther'd be monny a better clooath'd back,
An' m ...
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Advice to Jenny
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:06:15 +0100
Advice to Jenny.
Jenny, Jenny, dry thi ee,
An' dunnot luk soa sad;
It grieves me varry mich to see
Tha freeats abaat yon lad;
For weel tha knows, withaat a daat,
Wheariver he may be,
Tho fond o' rammellin' abaat,
He's allus true to thee.
Tha'll learn mooar sense, lass, in a while,
For wi ...
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