Another!—well, my bonny lad, A’w wodn’t send thee back; Altho’ we thowt we hadn’t raam, Tha’s fun some in a crack. It maks me feel as pleased as punc…

Bless all them bonny lasses, I’ Yorksher born an bred! Ther beauty nooan surpasses, Complete i’th’ heart an th’ heead. An th’ lads,—tho aw’ve seen monny…

Bonny Yorksher! how aw love thi! Hard an rugged tho’ thi face is; Ther’s an honest air abaat thi, Aw ne’er find i’ other places. Ther’s a music i’ thi lingo,

Said Mistress Smith to Mistress… Aw’m feeard we’st ha to flit; Twelve year i’ this same haase we’… An should be stoppin yet, I’th’ same old spot, we thowt to s…

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…

Wod yo leead a happy life? Aw can show yo ha,— Get a true an lovin wife,— (Yo may have one nah.) If yo have, remember this,

Aw nivver rammel mich abaat, Aw’ve summat else to do; But yet aw think, withaat a daat, Aw’ve seen a thing or two. One needn’t leeav his native shoor…

Tha’rt a rough en;—aye tha art,—an… Just as ready. Tha ne’er lived as… Aw can tell. Ther’s noa mistress weshed thi ski… Net mich pettin; kicks an cuffins…

‘Another day will follow this,’ Ah,—that shall sewerly be, But th’ day 'at dawns to-morn, my… May nivver dawn for thee, This day is thine, soa use it weel…

Down in the deeps of dark despair… Of Death expectant;—Hope I put a… Counting the heartbeats, slowly, y… Marking the lazy ebb of life’s las… Sweet Resignation, with her opiat…

Lord John and John Lord were bot… But their fortunes were different… Lord John was decked out in most… As soon as he first saw the light. But poor Johnny Lord, it’s true o…

Who is it, when one starts for th’… A cheerin word is apt to say, At sends yo leeter on yor way? A wife. An who, when th’ wark is done at n…

Dooant forget the old fowks,— They’ve done a lot for thee; Remember tha’d a mother once, Who nursed thi on her knee. A father too, who tew’d all day

Little patt’rin, clatt’rin feet, Runnin raand throo morn to neet; Banishin mi mornin’s nap,— Little bonny, noisy chap,— But aw can’t find fault yo see,—

Just listen to mi stooary lads, It’s one will mak yo grieve; It’s full ov sich strange incident… Yo hardly can believe. That lass aw cooarted, went one ne…