Ov whooalsum food aw get mi fill,— Ov drink aw seldom want a gill; Aw’ve clooas to shield me free thr… Should winds be cold or th’ sun be… Aw rarely have a sickly spell,—

One neet as aw trudged throo mi wa… Thinks aw, nah mi labor is done, Aw feel just inclined for a lark, For its long sin aw had onny fun. An ov coorse awd mi wife i’ mi min…

A’a dear, what it is to be big! To be big i’ one’s own estimation, To think if we shake a lawse leg, ‘At th’ world feels a tremblin sen… To fancy 'at th’ nook 'at we fill,

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…

‘Come, John lad, tell me what’s t… Tha luks soa glum an sad; Is it becoss tha’rt short o’ brass… Or are ta poorly, lad? Has sombdy been findin fault,

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

Aw wander’d aght one summer’s morn… Across a meadow newly shorn; Th’ sun wor shinin’ breet and clea… An’ fragrant scents rose up i’th’… An’ all wor still.

Bide thi time! it’s sure to come, Tho’ it may seem tardy,— Thine’s a better fate nor some: If tha’s but a humble home, Yet thart strong an hardy;

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…

Give it 'em hot, an be hanged to t… Souls may be lost wol yor choosin’… Out wi’ them doctrines 'at taich o… Daan wi’ a vice tho’ it may be a l… What does it matter if truth be un…

O, the lasses, the lasses, God bl… His heart must be hard as a stooan ’At could willingly goa an distres… For withaat ’em man’s lot 'ud be l… Tho’ th’ pooasies i’ paradise grow…

Aw know some fowk will call it cri… To put sich stooaries into ryhme, But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty: An if it’s all a waste o’ time,

Es ta seen ahr Mary’s bonnet It’s a stunner an’ nooa mistak! Yeller ribbons, yeller rooases An’ a gurt big feather dahn t’back Ah Mary went ter chu’ch last Sund…

Some tawk becoss they think they’r… Wi’ sich a lot o’ wit; Some seem to tawk to let fowk know They’re born withaat a bit. Some tawk i’ hooaps 'at what they…

‘Nah, lass, caar thi daan, an let’… It’s long sin we’d th’ haase to us… Just give me thi nooations o’ this… What tha thinks abaat measures an… We’ve lived a long time i’ this wo…