Dear little Alice lay dying;— I see her as if ’twas to-day, And we stood round her snowy bed,… And watching her life ebb away. ’Twas a beautiful day in the sprin…

They tell me this world’s full o’… An’ each one comes in for a share; An’ pleasure they say is a bubble, ‘At gooas floating away up in th’… But aw’ll niver give way to repini…

A’a! its grand to have th’ place t… To get th’ wimmen fowk all aght o’… Mine’s all off for a trip up to th… An aw’ve th’ haase to misen for a… If aw’d mi life to spend ovver age…

The wind it blew cold, and the ice… Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts g… A young mother lay in her cottage,… Her needs were many, her comforts… Clasped to her breast was a newbor…

‘Aw’m havin’ a smook bi misel’, Net a soul here to spaik a word to… Aw’ve noa gossip to hear nor to te… An ther’s nowt I feel anxious to… Aw’ve noa noashun o’ writin’ a lin…

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’d rayther face a redwut brick, Sent flyin at mi heead; Aw’d rayther track a madman’s step… Whearivver they may leead; Aw’d rayther ventur in a den,

Aw wodn’t gie a penny piece To be a millionaire, For him 'at’s little cattle, is The chap wi’ little care. Jewels may flash o’er achin broos,

‘Into this well soa deep, We put thee daan to sleep, Farewell owd pump. Tho’ some may thee despise, We know tha’rt sure to rise

Its a long time sin thee an’ me ha… Soa pull up thi cheer, an sit daan… for ther’s noabdy moor welcome nor… Thi toppin’s grown whiter nor once… To see ther’s a rooas o’ thi cheek…

Oh the snow,—the bright fleecy sno… Isn’t it grand when the north bree… Isn’t it bracing the ice to skim o… With a jovial friend or the one yo… How the ice crackles, and how the…

Backward turn, oh! recollection! Far, far back to childhoods’ days; To those treasures of affection, ‘Round which loving memory plays Show to me the loving faces

Draw thi cheer nigher th’ foir, pu… Put thi tooas up o’th’ fender to w… We’ve booath wrought enuff, aw sho… An a rest willn’t do us mich harm. Awr lot’s been a rough en, an tho’…

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…

She may be dark or may be fair, If beauty she possesses; But she must have abundant hair— I doat on flowing tresses. Her skin must be clear, soft and w…