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…

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,

As through life you journey onward Many a hill you’ll have to climb; Many a rough and dang’rous pathway… You’ll encounter time and time. Now and then a gleam of sunshine,

It worn’t for her winnin ways, Nor for her bonny face But shoo wor th’ only lass we had, An that quite alters th’ case. We’d two fine lads as yo need see,

A little word 'at’s easy sed, Sometimes may heal a smart; A cruel word or luk instead, May help to braik a heart. Men hang together like a chain,

‘A, Johnny! A’a, Johnny! aw’m so… But come thi ways to me, an sit o’… For it’s shockin to hearken to th’… Ther wor nooan sich like things i’… When aw wor a lad, lads wor lads,…

Bet wor a stirrin, strappin lass, Shoo lived near Woodus Moor;— An varry keen shoo wor for brass, Tho little wor her stoor. Shoo’d wed for love—and as luck le…

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…

‘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,

Why the dickens do some fowk keep… As if th’ world hadn’t raam for us… Wi consarn an consait they’re fair… One ud think th’ heavens likely to… They fidge an they fume an they fl…

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…

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,

Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Just a word i’ th… Aw hooap we shall net disagree; But aw’m foorced to admit as aw wa… At tha seems a big humbug to me. We know at tha brings us glad tidi…

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…

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,