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38565Do n''t''ee cry did un say? 38565 HOW BE''EE, ME DEEAR?"
38565How be''ee, me deear?
38565WHAT HAVE''EE CATCHED?
38565What have''ee catched, good dame by the door?
38565What have''ee catched, lil''lad on the shore?
38565What have''ee catched, lil''maid in the lane?
38565What have''ee catched, strong man from the say?
3856526 What have''ee catched?
38565An''Granny old an''grey?
38565An''didn''her give them a tang o''tongue, an''didn''her cuss them sweet, For thinkin''her''d let a man bide there an''see her washin''her feet?
38565An''wasn''there Love to share?
38565An''wo n''t there be Arms at last, to save you from fallin''?
38565And who that gazes on that garb of Time Shall in the far light of a distant day Catch aught of colour of song or rune of rhyme?
38565Brave brief hopes, are you not sped as the wave-- Sped to a requiem sighed on a wreck- strewn shore?
38565But someday beyond the farthest tide, At last I shall safely at anchor ride, An''I shall be hailed as I come''longside,"How be''ee, me deear?"
38565But what can this poor spirit wear To hide the naked wounds, pain- kissed Beneath the searching, ceaseless glare Of cloudless burning amethyst?
38565Do you count you''ll be all alone in the turble dark?
38565Do you think you''ll be left to the sound o''wailin''an''weepin''Lonely an''cold in the cloam, unmothered an''stark?
38565Far I sailed, an''didn''I cast Many a look at the old times past?
38565He trembled an''shook, he was wake an''white, But he awnly sez"Is the kid alright?"
38565Jenny, Jenny, wo n''t''ee let me love''ee?
38565Jenny, Jenny, wo n''t''ee let me love''ee?
38565Jenny, Jenny, wo n''t''ee let me love''ee?
38565Sartin sure, you make me mazed, Iss, me deear, a whist an''crazed; Jenny, Jenny, wo n''t''ee let me love''ee?
38565Shall all be grey?
38565The lil''grey port as I saw it last?
38565When you was a baby, helpless an''cryin''an''callin''Didn''the kind arms take, an''the warm lips kiss?
38565Where can the sad grey spirit fly The unrelenting agony?
38565Who''s for a banger, a bender haul Down along an''away?
38565Why didn''I bide to say"Good- bye?"
38565Why didn''I seed the end was nigh?
38565am I not here?
17799Aa, Jim,shoo sed,"Tha wodn''t hurt th''child surelee?"
17799Aw mun draand''em?
17799Dost think''at aw can e''er forget, Wheariver aw may rooam, That bonny face an''lovin heart, Awve prized soa dear at hoam? 17799 Is n''t it grand?"
17799Is ther,shoo said, an''shoo flew off one side;"why whativer is it, thinks ta?"
17799Nah then, whear is he? 17799 Th''fault is n''t mine,"said th''cart driver"My duty''s done I hope?
17799Well, gentlemen,went on th''chearman,"th''question just dissolves itsel''into this: Who has it to be?
17799What ammot aw wanted for, awst like to know?
17799What are ta baan to do wi''it nah?
17799Why, whativer shall aw live to hear? 17799 Yo dunnot mean to tell to me,''At fowk noa moor will ha''to dee?"
17799A few years moor, when awr griefs wor beginnin to lighten, Mi friends began askin my wife, if shoo felt hersen hearty an''strong?
17799An pray What mun become o''thease poor helpless crayturs?
17799An''do yo niver think it wrang At yo should have to trudge alang, Soa poor to th''last?"
17799An''what did shoo pity thi for, aw should like to know?
17799And what does he do for a livin''?"
17799Are ta crazy?
17799Aw can nah have a spree to misel?
17799Aw sed to th''milk- chap tother day,"Ha long does ta trust sich fowk, Ike?
17799Awm hawf inclined to think sometimes, Aw''ve been a trifle soft, Aw happen should a''dun''t misen?
17799But aw wonder who does all ther mendin'', Weshes th''clooas, an cleans th''winders an''flags?
17799But is n''t it a size?"
17799But this seems strange, soa tell me pray, Ha wor''t yo coom?
17799But what does ta say?
17799But who does ta think aw met to neet?''
17799Daan they sit like a owd hen an''her chickens, an''dooant they put it aat o''th''seet?
17799Did a gleam''o''sunshine warm thee, An deceive thee?
17799Did shoo ax when tha thowt tha''d be at liberty?''
17799Does envy niver fill your breast When passin fowk wi''riches blest?
17799Has it to be a Doctor sombdy, or a Professor sombdy, or a Squire sombdy, or has it to be a plain Maister?"
17799It luks moor like a donkey, Does ta think''at it con rawt?"
17799It''s all varry weel to be spendin Ther time at a hunt or a ball, But if th''workers war huntin an''doncin, Whativer wad come on us all?
17799One day shoo axed him if he thowt th''wart wor ony bigger?"
17799Or does ta allus dress that rate-- Black duds o''th''wairty?"
17799Ov sofas aw think hauf a scoor, An''picturs enuff for a show?
17799Pray, whativer wor ta doin?
17799Said aw,"Owd friend, pray tell me true, If in your heart yo niver rue The time''ats past?
17799Says aw,"Lad, pray, who does ta meean?"
17799Says aw,"Owd trump, it''s rather late For one at''s dress''d i''sich a state, Across this Slack to mak ther gate: Is ther some pairty?
17799Says he,"does ta know whear they''ve gooan?"
17799Tell me thi name; Have they been ooinion thi?
17799Th''dull saand o''th''church bells coom to tell me one moor Christmas mornin'', Had come, for its welcome-- but ha could aw welcome it when all aloan?
17799That surely is n''t crayture, lad, Aw heeard''em say tha''d bowt?
17799Then th''chaps sed,"Billy, where''s ta been?
17799They publish papers, but what use is made on em?
17799Tho thi mammy says us nay, An''thi dad''s unwillin''; Wod ta have me pine away Wi''this love''at''s killin''?
17799What are ta cryin for, poor little lamb?
17799What do they call thi, lad?
17799What does it matter if truth be unpleasant?
17799What is it gains fowk invitations, Throo them''at live i''lofty stations?
17799What is it maks a crusty wife Forget to scold, an''leeave off strife?
17799What is it maks a gaumless muff Grow rich, an''roll i''lots o''stuff, Woll better men ca n''t get enough?
17799What is it men say they detest, Yet alus like that chap the best''At gives''em twice as mich as th''rest?
17799What is it smoothes the rooad throo life?
17799What is it we should mooast despise, An''by its help refuse to rise, Tho''poverty''s befoor awr eyes?
17799What is it wins mooast situations?
17799What is it, if it worn''t theear, Wod mak some fowk feel varry queer, An''put''em: i''ther proper sphere?
17799What is it, when life''s wastin''fast, When all this world''s desires are past, Will prove noa use to us at last?
17799What is it, when the devil sends His agents raand to work his ends, What is it gains him lots o''friends?
17799What is''it maks fowk wade throo th''snow, To goa to th''church, becoss they know''At th''squire''s at hooam an''sure to goa?
17799What mun we do?"
17799What''s''theas little things stirrin?
17799Whativer has ta browt?
17799Whear is thi''Daddy doy?
17799Whear is thi''mam?
17799Whoiver has ta getten we d to?"
17799Why should a prince be excused, when a peasant Is bullied an''blamed for a mich smaller fault?
17799Wor it to tell us keep away, Yo hav''nt room?"
17799me takkin it when aw dooant ail owt?"
17799shoo says,"are ta ruein''o''thi bargain bi nah?
17799tha''ll forgie me, lass, weant ta?"
17799whear is he?"
2888An''whea be- owes(5) coffin an''shrood, foul witch? 2888 Does ta think we''re nobbut childer, Wi''as little sense as thee?
2888Whar''s te been?
2888Ye''ve come thro''Pudsey, do ye say? 2888 A good fat pig an''a new- cauven coo; Good maisther an''misthress, hoo do you do? 2888 A letter thro''(1) Jim? 2888 An''wheas is the grave i''the grass?
2888At last I saw her coomin''in; Bud what else did I see?
2888Does ta work at flat- backs yit, as tha''s been used to do?
2888Does te think at iver I''ll lick Thumb and fingers''dirt away?
2888Hae ye been at t''fair?
2888He has"sent a surprise"?
2888Hob- Trush Hob"Hob- Trush Hob, wheer is thoo?"
2888How do we knaw when fleets do reet or wrang?
2888How gangs things?
2888I''m varry fond o''singin'', What bonnier could be Nor my fair lass hersen agate(5) A- singin''love to me?
2888III Sally Water, Sally Water, Come sprinkle your can, Why do you lie mournin''All for a young man?
2888IV Diller a dollar, A ten o''clock scholar, What maks you coom sae soon?
2888If shoo is n''t coortin'', who is?
2888Is it fencin''ye lack for your beas''(2)?"
2888Is it roots ye lack for your swine?"
2888Is it watter ye lack at heame?"
2888Jim''s Letter James Burnley( Born 1842) What s this?
2888John, wilta have a bit like?
2888Jont, lad, where art ta waddlin''to?
2888Just make your business clear?
2888Made ye onny bargains there?
2888Nelly o''Bob''s John Hartley( 1839- 1915) Who is it at lives i''that cot on the lea, Joy o''my heart an''leet o''my ee?
2888Or, if dialect poetry must be concerned only with rustic life, was the Craven dalesman to have no voice in the matter?
2888Poor Nancy Green com seaglin''(3) up,"What''s matter, Dick?"
2888Poor luckless frog, why com thoo here?
2888Pray what''s your name?
2888Says I,"Lad, what''s to pay?"
2888So to Tommy he goes, an''the question he pops:"Betwin thy horse and mine, prithee, Tommy, what swops?
2888That''s all at he''s said?
2888The File- cutter''s Lament to Liberty( 1910) E. Downing Nay, I''m moithered,(1) fairly maddled,(2) What''s a"nicker- peck"(3) to do?
2888The title of the first(?
2888Thoo sure were destitute o''fear; Some other way could thoo nut steer To shun the grass?
2888Though we to stately plants be grown, He easily can mow us doon; It may be late, or may be soon, His scythe we feel; Or is it fittin''to be known?
2888WILLY How dea ye, Roger?
2888Wern''t it gooid to lig theer to be faand?
2888What do ye wesh i''the beck, awd wench?
2888What has he to say?
2888What is there up?
2888What is''t, lass?
2888What mun I do wi''t''blude?
2888What wilt gie me to boot?
2888What''s folks like them to say?
2888What''s t''matter?
2888What''s that, Liz, at''s burnin''on t''fire?
2888What''s that?
2888What''s them to sike as me?
2888Where are ye thro''(3)?
2888Where''s my swill?
2888Who is it I see i''my dreams of a neet?
2888Who is it I''ll have if I''ve iver a wife, An''love her, her only, to th''end o''my life, An''nurse her i''sickness, an''guard her from strife?
2888Who is it at ivery chap''s hankerin''to get, Yet tosses her heead an''flies off in a pet, As mich as to say,"You''ve not getten me yet"?
2888Who is it at leads me so lively a donce, Yet to tawk serious ne''er gies me a chonce, An''niver replied when I begged on her once?
2888Who is it at''s promised, to- neet if it''s fine, To meet me at t''corner o''t''mistal(1) at nine?
2888Who is it could mak life a long summer''s day, Whose smile would drive sorrow an''trouble away, An''mak t''hardest wark, if for her, seem like play?
2888Who is it goes trippin''ower dew- spangled grass, Singin''so sweetly?
2888Who is she?
2888Who is that lass at''s so dear unto me?
2888Who lovingly whispers words tender an''sweet, Till I wakken to find shoo''s nowheer i''t''seet?
2888Why mud not I succeed as weel, An''get a man full oot genteel, As awd John Darby''s daughter Nelly?
2888Why, Gom Green?
2888With"How''s yoursel?"
2888an''"How d''ye do?"
2888for mine''s t''better horse still?"
2888what are they coomin''hither for?
2888what could I say?
2888what do ye cut i''the slack, awd hag?
2888what do ye greaye(4) at the crossroads, witch?
2888who knows better?
17472, Sometimes aw''m rayther cross? 17472 A''a did ta iver see a faaler bonnet nor that lass has on,"shoo said?
17472An''who wor Tim Bobbin?
17472An''wor ther as mich yeast in''em as ther is i''this?
17472Aw know aw limp,shoo says,"aw allus limp''d; is a woman ony war for limpin''?"
17472Can not yo let me have a cleean glass, maister?
17472Do yo sell a gooid deal o''this, maister?
17472Does ta think aw am not known?
17472Dun yo mak this yoursen, mistress?
17472Nay,he says,"whativer will yo say?
17472Noa lass, aw think aw niver did,he replied;"but what a bonny lass shoo is, is n''t shoo?"
17472Shall I pass you a little soup,said th''maister?
17472Well Jack,said his fayther,"ha long is it?
17472Well but wodn''t he let yo tak some o''theas pieces o''cork aat?
17472Well, tha''rt a lucky chap,aw says,"what has ta done wi''it?"
17472What do yo call all thease things at''s swimmin''abaat?
17472Why weeps your sister thus?
17472Why what''s two pund when its cut thin,they said?
17472Why, Kusscat,said one,"what''s ta been doin''?
17472Why, lad,says th''landlord,"haitch will ta tak''to drop it?"
17472Why, where did ta find it?
17472You''ve come throo Pudsey, do you say? 17472 ''Varry gooid, sur,''says aw,''an''what might yo be wantin?'' 17472 ''Well,''he says,''aw''ve an owd bung hoil here, do yo think yo could fit me a fresh barrel to it?'' 17472 An ha mony old pooastmen wish it ud niver come? 17472 An th''tales tha towld, I know full weel, Wor true as gospel then; What is it, lad,''at ma''s thee feel Soa strange-- unlike thisen? 17472 An''shoo''ll show him th''direction, an''ax him if he knows who''s writing that is? 17472 Are ta maddled, mun, amang it? 17472 Are ta th''maister''s lad?
17472Are yo ready?
17472At last Lijah said,"Hang it up, ha long are ta baan to talk?
17472Aw niver spake for a minit, then aw says,''wod yo be gooid enuff to lend me a hand to put theas shuts up?''
17472Ax twenty fowk this question o''th''fourth o''November,"Are yo gooin to buy ony fireworks this year?"
17472But who is ther''at niver does wrang?
17472Do aw ooin thee?
17472Does ta wonder what aw mean?
17472For we''re forced to leave behind us All awr pomp, an''all awr show: Why then should we slight another?
17472Has ta been growin''a mustash?"
17472How much shall I say for this lot?"
17472I asked;"What is her cause of grief?
17472If aw wor free to please mi mind, Aw''st niver mak this stur; But aw''ve a mother ommust blind, What mud become o''her?
17472If to goa in-- yo understand Unknown to me yo ca n''t sir.-- Pray what''s your name?
17472Mun aw fotch thi a pint o''drink?"
17472Next time they meet shoo''s sure to ax him if he gate ony valentines, an''then he''ll smile an''say,"What for, did yo?"
17472One day aw axed a chap''at had been,"if they wor raylee as sharp as what fowk gave''em credit for?"
17472One plate full after another kept comin''in, till at last th''mistress said,"Aw think yo must ha''been hungry?"
17472Poor Richard says,"Experience is a dear schooil, but fooils will leearn i''noa other;"an''who is ther''at has n''t had to leearn i''that schooil?
17472Stop at Hooam"Tha wodn''t goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel?
17472Th''Little Black Hand Ther''s a spark just o''th tip o''mi pen, An''it may be poetical fire; An''suppoase''at it is''nt-- what then?
17472Th''warp''s reight, but if th''weft should be faulty-- ha then?
17472Tha wod roor, aw think, if tha dar-- What means ta bi shakin thi heead?
17472That luks a bit o''nice bacon at''s hung up, does ta think tha could do me a bit anent th''fire, aw think ther''s as mich heeat as''ll cook it?"
17472Theear Peter stood wi''keys i''hand: Says he,"What do you want, sir?
17472We''d a meetin at the schooil yesterneet, An''Jimmy wor thear,--tha''s seen Jim?
17472Well, nah, what can sich a chap do?
17472What name shall aw say, sur?"
17472What''s th''reason?
17472What''s up?"
17472When he went hooam he tell''d th''wife abaat it"What does ta say?"
17472Where''s ta been to leearn to scream?
17472Who is n''t praad ov ther owd fayther, as he sits i''tharm- cheer an''tells long tales abaat what he can remember bein''new?
17472Will ta have, summat to sup?"
17472Wod yo bawk a chap ov his desire?
17472an''th''mooast on it''s saand: What''s rotten aw''ll throw into th''street-- Worn''t it gooid to ligg thear to be faand?
17472broth, is it?
17472shoo says, when shoo coom in agean,"at yo''ve etten two pund o''breead apiece?"
17472shoo says;"is it draanded?"
17472to- day Arn''t we blest wi''a seet o''gooid luck?
17472what does ta mean?"
17472whativer does ta think?"
17472where are yo throo?
17472why what are they baan to call him?"
21785''T''ool choke us all,the wold man cried,"Whatever''s to be done, min?
21785A lot o''what? 21785 Can all be still, when win''s do blow?
21785Lauk she''s afraïd, a silly maïd,Cows?
21785Stan''still,I answer''d;"I''ll teäke ceäre O''that: why dussen zee The little grindèn stwone out there, Below the apple- tree?
21785Well,zaid the crow,"why do n''t ye eat?"
21785What food,cried_ E''th_,"''ull suit your bwoard?"
21785What is it then theäse tower do meän, A- built so feäir, an''kept so cleän?
21785What is it? 21785 What then?"
21785What''s that, a mouse?
21785What''s that? 21785 Where''s father, then,"I zaid,"my chile?"
21785Who is the man?
21785Who whurr''d Theäse clot?
21785Who''s that?
21785( 1) Well, where''s that?
21785( 2) What houn''s, the squier''s, Thomas?
21785( 3) Now, hark, d''ye heär em now?
21785( 3) The pollard?
21785( 3) The red woone?
21785( 3) What then?
21785(_ Thomas and Mr Auctioneer._)_ T._ Well here, then, Mister auctioneer, Be theäse the virs, I bought, out here?
21785--(D''ye mind how woonce, you cou''den zit The bwoard, an''vell off into pit?)
21785A- recknèn rent, an''time, an''zeed to stock it, D''ye think that you be any thing in pocket?
21785An''as vor kissèn o''me, if he did, I didden ax en to, nor zay he mid: An''if he kiss''d me dree times, or a dozen, What harm wer it?
21785An''ca n''t paÿ twenty shillèns vor a pound?
21785An''did he stop, then, wi''the good wold bwoy?
21785An''do n''t ye zee how I Do pick up all that you do leäve behind?
21785An''father, what d''ye think?
21785An''have ye got much hedgèn mwore to do?
21785An''how didst groun''thy pick?
21785An''how is your Jeäne?
21785An''she cried"I do praÿ, is the road Out to Lincham on here, by the meäd?"
21785An''there, of all that pried about The walls, I overlook''d em best, An''what o''that?
21785An''thou bist stronger, thou dost think, than I?
21785An''what did John that tipp''d en zay?
21785An''what''s the odds what cloth do hide The bosom that do hold inside A free an''honest heart, John?
21785An''when y''ave done the job you be about, D''ye think you''ll have another vound ye out?
21785An''where be the two eärms a- spread, To show en he''s welcome at night?
21785An''who could work below the skies If zun an''moon did never rise?
21785An''who d''ye think do work the fiddlestick?
21785An''why be out wi''him, vor goodness''seäke?
21785An''woont ye have vor ev''ry shillèn, Shillèn''s wo''th at any shop, Though Do''set chaps be up to zellèn, An''can meäke a tidy swop?
21785An''zoo you didden come athirt, To have zome fun last night: how wer''t?
21785Aye; did ye ever hear-- vo''k zaid''twer true-- O''what bevell Jack Hine zome years agoo?
21785B''ye run a- ground?
21785Be there any leaves to quiver On the aspen by the river?
21785Because an evil will, Ov his sweet good, mid meäke zome ill, Shall all his feäce be kept behind The dark- brow''d hills to leäve us blind?"
21785But Anny, here, what lout Broke half your small païl''s bottom out?
21785But had she, in her woe, The higher steäte she had o''leäte''Ithin the lofty pillar''d geäte, Wi''stwonèn balls upon the walls?
21785But if a man you midden like to''front, Should chance to call upon ye, Tom, zome day, An''ax ye vor your vote, what could ye zay?
21785But in the day- time where do veäiries hide?
21785But should I vind a- heavèn now Her breast wi''aïr o''thik dear pleäce?
21785But who do know when liv''d an''died The squier o''the mwoldrèn hall; That lined en wi''a stwonèn wall, An''steän''d so cleän his wat''ry zide?
21785Can all be dull, when zuns do glow?
21785Can''st tell us where''s the heäre?
21785Come now soon by zun or moon?
21785Come out a- bit to- morrow evenèn, can ye?
21785Could you vill païls''ithout a bottom, Yourself that be so deeply skill''d?
21785D''ye think''tis better wi''it than without it?
21785D''ye think, if we should meet em in the street Zome day in Lon''on, they would stand a treat?
21785D''ye want some better keep?
21785Did sting?
21785Do your hat Hold wit enough to tell us that?
21785Doo he sheäde the water still, Where the rushes be a- growèn, Where the sullen Stour''s a- flowèn Drough the meäds vrom mill to mill?
21785Dost thou know The funny feäble o''the pig an''crow?
21785Han''t we any frien''s near hwome?
21785Here, my lad, Dost know vor a''r a speäde, that can be had?
21785How b''ye, then, John, to- night; an''how Be times a- waggèn on w''ye now?
21785How b''ye?
21785How come the Squire to treat your meäster zoo?
21785How d''ye do?
21785How did ye get in such a pickle, Jahn?
21785How do it answer?
21785How wer''t?
21785How zoo, then, John?
21785If I heärd it, I now ha''vorgot; Wer the poor thing bewitch''d or a- pweison''d, or what?
21785If we''ve a- got a friend at all, Why who can tell-- I''m sure thou cassen-- But that the squier, or the pa''son, Mid be our friend, Tom, after all?
21785In what a veag have you a- swung Your pick, though, John?
21785Is Farmer Tup a- gwaïn to leäve his farm?
21785Is it?
21785Jean ax''d what ribbon she should wear''Ithin her bonnet to the feäir?
21785Linda, my true- love, here in the cwold,--in the night?"
21785Not know?
21785Now how many be there?
21785Now, Mister Sammy, what dost think o''that?
21785Or did he soon contrive to slip awoy?
21785Or scorn a meäte, in my feäir steäte, In here''ithin a pillar''d geäte, A happy pleäce wi''her kind feäce?
21785Or what''s a coach, if woone do pine To zee woone''s naïghbour''s twice so fine?
21785Or when Whitsuntide mid bring Longer light to show your waÿ?
21785Or who could bide below the zun If water didden rise an''run?
21785Or why should hooks an''shovels, zives an''axes, Keep any man vrom votèn o''the taxes?
21785Or your cider down to warm?
21785Or zee dark locks by such a brow, Or het o''plaÿ on such a feäce?
21785Should my love goo out, a- showèn All her smiles, in open light; Or, in lewth, wi''wind a- blowèn, Staÿ in darkness, dim to zight?
21785The clock''s a- strikèn twelve, d''ye hear?
21785The rwose mid be the maïdens''pride, But still the ivy''s wild an''free; An''what is all that life can gi''e,''Ithout a free light heart, John?
21785The steps went down wi''rottlèn slap, The zwingèn door went open wide: Wide?
21785There, what d''ye think o''my new ceäpe?
21785Things do change as years do vlee; What ha''years in store vor me?
21785This is a darkish evenèn; b''ye a- feärd O''zights?
21785Vor Do''set dear, Then gi''e woone cheer; D''ye hear?
21785Vor Do''set dear, Then gi''e woone cheer; D''ye hear?
21785Vor Do''set dear, Then gi''e woone cheer; D''ye hear?
21785Vor Do''set dear, Then gi''e woone cheer; D''ye hear?
21785Vor whose be all the crops an''land A- won an''lost, an''bought, an zwold Or whose, a- roll''d vrom hand to hand, The highest money that''s a- twold?
21785Vrom where wer all this venom brought, To kill our hope an''taïnt our thought?
21785Well now he''s out o''trim Wi''only half a bottom to en; Could you still vill en''to the brim An''yit not let the milk run drough en?
21785Well, Tom, how be''st?
21785Well, father; what d''ye think?
21785Well, how did it happen?
21785Well, now, an''how do vo''k treat Jeäne?
21785What ca n''t ye put a lwoaf on shelf?
21785What d''ye meän, When I''ve a- brought ye such a bunch O''theäse nice ginger- nuts to crunch?
21785What d''ye tell o''How proud we be, vor ben''t we smart?
21785What do em dance?
21785What dosten mind Thy pitchèn to me out in Gully- plot, A- meäkèn o''me waït( wast zoo behind) A half an hour vor ev''ry pitch I got?
21785What dropp''d en on a stwone?
21785What good do come to eächèn heads, O''lièn down in silken beds?
21785What is it that do meäke it, I do wonder?
21785What is it?
21785What now?
21785What then?
21785What then?
21785What tokens, then, could Meäry gi''e Thät she''d a- liv''d, an''liv''d vor me, But things a- done vor thought an''view?
21785What wages do''e meän to gi''e?
21785What''s that?
21785What''st a- been about?
21785What, ca n''t ye get along?
21785What, do ye own The neäme?
21785What, is he then a little bit behind?
21785What, you here too?
21785Where be their hwomes, then?
21785Where have ye staÿ''d?
21785Who is it?
21785Who lost his crown a- racèn?
21785Who''s about?
21785Who?
21785Who?
21785Whose reäke is that a- lyèn there?
21785Why I be nippy: what is there to eat?
21785Why did ye dr[=e]ve en into theäse here quag?
21785Why do n''t ye gi''e a thing his neäme?
21785Why idden he my cousin?
21785Why shoulden fellows meäke good laws an''speeches A- dressed in fusti''n cwoats an''cord''roy breeches?
21785Why, what d''ye tell o''?
21785Why, what''s the matter now?
21785Why, who can tell Which''tis that you do meän to zell?
21785Why, who woulden do the seäme?
21785Woont ye have brown bread a- put ye, An''some vinny cheese a- cut ye?
21785Woont ye have, in short, your vill, A- gi''ed wi''a right good will?
21785Would she still think me low?
21785Wull John, come too?
21785Wull ye call in Spring or Fall?
21785Wull ye come in eärly Spring, Come at Easter, or in Maÿ?
21785Wull ye come?
21785Wull ye come?
21785Zoo out run Poll an''Tom, to zee What all the meänèn o''t mid be;"Now who did that?"
21785Zoo why should we shrink back at zight Ov hindrances we ought to slight?
21785_ A._ The firs, the fir- poles, you bought?
21785_ z_ for_ s_ as a heading of some, not all, pure Saxon words, nor[ or?]
21785an''how didst quirk To get en up on end?
21785be quiet, wull ye?
21785be the teäties done?
21785be there any cows to hook?"
21785could I so low Look out a meäte ov higher steäte So gaÿ''ithin a pillar''d geäte, Wi''high walls round the smooth- mow''d ground?
21785cried Jim,"Who''s that, then, Meäry, That you be now a- talkèn o''?"
21785cried Jimmy, all agog; An''thought he had her now han''-pat,"That''s Simon Heäre,"but no,"Who''s that?"
21785do n''t ye zee how thick the corn do lie Among the dirt?
21785do they meän to starve ye?"
21785how b''ye?
21785no, b''ye blind?
21785still as merry As ever, wi''cheäks lik''a cherry?
21785they cried,"meäke room,""A halfstarv''d Do''set man,"cried Bloom;"You be?"
21785what d''ye think about it?
21785what have ye now then, Joe, At last, to meäke a riddle o''?
21785what is it now?"
21785what is it?
21785what next I wonder?
21785what then?
21785what wer that so loud A- rumblèn?"
21785what wer that so white Rush''d out o''thik tree''s top?"
21785what?"
21785where be the vingers so feäir, Vor to pat en so soft on the feäce, To mend ev''ry stitch that do tear, An''keep ev''ry button in pleäce?
21785where can Pity ever vwold Her wings o''swiftness vrom their holy flight, To leäve a heart o''flesh an''blood so cwold At such a touchèn zight?
21785where do veäiries bide?
21785where do ye rise vrom, an''where do ye die?
21785where is the sweet- perty head That do nod till he''s gone out o''zight?
21785where, then, where?
21785where?"
21785why do vo''k so often chaïn Their pinèn minds vor love o''gaïn, An''gi''e their innocence to rise A little in the worold''s eyes?
21785why to be sure He do n''t want all the farms in parish, do er?
21785wo nt he come athirt?"
19470Ah, little boy, what want you here, On such a bitter night? 19470 And can you read, and can you write?"
19470And do you always beg all day Instead of going to school? 19470 And do you ever pray, my boy?"
19470And if He''s Father of us all,-- Now, as I''m going home, From your big share perhaps you''ll spare Your widowed sister some?
19470And what''s your name, come tell me that?
19470Aw must be old,--aw say,--old lass,-- Does''t think aw''m growin grey? 19470 Aw think yo''d better far agree,"Sed th''old fowk in a breeath;"Will ta ha me?"
19470Come, John lad, tell me what''s to do, Tha luks soa glum an sad; Is it becoss tha''rt short o''brass? 19470 Dost think''at aw can e''er forget, Whearivver aw may rooam, That bonny face an lovin heart, Aw''ve prized soa dear at hooam?
19470I would not live alway,Why should I wish to stay, Now, when grown old and grey, Enduring slow decay?
19470Is it money or poison?
19470Is that what you say? 19470 May I not go and beg, mother, For you are very ill; Some one will give me something, Mother, I''m sure they will?
19470Mother,the poor boy whispered,"May I not go again?
19470Nay, Sally lass,--pray what''s amiss?
19470Soa, yo''re th''new parson, are yo? 19470 Th''fault is n''t mine,"said th''cart driver,"My duty''s done I hope?
19470Tha wodn''t goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel? 19470 Wait till I''m rather bigger, And then I''ll work all day, And sha n''t we both be happy When I bring you home my pay?
19470What name?
19470What''s that? 19470 Why should awr lot soa bitter be, Theas burds''at sing together, When storms are commin off they flee, To lands ov sunny wreather?
19470Why should mi parents sell for gold, Ther dowter''s life- long pleasure? 19470 Why weeps your sister thus?"
19470Why, wodn''t th''maister lend a hand? 19470 Will ta ha me?"
19470Yo dunnot mean to tell to me,''At fowk noa moor will ha to dee?
19470You seem soberer now,--do you think You could find your way home if you tried?
19470You''ve come throo Pudsey, do you say? 19470 ''An luks looansum tha thinks?'' 19470 ''Aw mun draand''em?'' 19470 ''Shoo''s a varry nice lass,''does ta say? 19470 --How can a mortal weak, Pin faith on what he can not comprehend? 19470 A few years moor, when awr griefs wor beginnin to lighten, Mi friends began askin my wife, if shoo felt hersen hearty an strong? 19470 A heavy woollen scarf, Strong boots that reach the calf,-- Away we go Through snow and slush and wet,-- And can we once forget''Tis May? 19470 All His power, pomp and glory, Which to think on must bewilder,-- All He left,--an what for think yo? 19470 All ovver thisen an mi cleean scarrd flooar:-- Tha clumsy young imp; what next will ta do? 19470 An a gem worth savin, O? 19470 An do yo nivver think it wrang At yo should have to trudge along, Soa poor to th''last?
19470An is it reight at some should dress I''clooas bedeckt wi''gold, Wol others havn''t rags enuff, To keep ther limbs throo th''cold?
19470An know they''ve getten one?
19470An nah, when trubbles threaten thee What should prevent thee gooin, An linkin on thi fate wi''me, Withaat thi parents knowin?"
19470An pray What mun become o''these poor helpless crayturs?
19470An shoo did, in a few minnits mooar; An worn''t shoo mad?
19470An th''tales tha towld, I know full weel, Wor true as gospel then; What is it, lad,''at ma''s thee feel Soa strange-- unlike thisen?
19470An th''wimmen cried,"Gooid gracious fowk But is n''t it a size?"
19470An thear shines the river, soa quiet an still, O''er its bed soa uncertain an deep; Can it be?
19470An what cheers yor heart, when yo far away wander, As mich as the thowts ov a welcome at th''end?
19470An when yor ommost driven mad, Who quiets yo daan, an calls yo"lad,"An shows yo things are nooan soa bad?
19470An who, when th''wark is done at neet, Sits harknin for yor clogs i''th''street, An sets warm slippers for yor feet?
19470An who, when troubled, vext an tried, Comes creepin softly to yor side, An soothes a grief''at''s hard to bide?
19470An who, when yo goa weary in, Bids th''childer mak a little din, An smiles throo th''top o''th''heead to th''chin?
19470And do you remember the stile, Where so cosily sitting at eve, Breathing forth ardent love- vows the while, We were only too glad to believe?
19470And may not such as me, Forgotten, die at last?
19470And through Grief''s dark cloud shine, With that same glow?
19470And when our span of life Is ended, will it be Through such a glorious death We greet Eternity?
19470And yet,''tis only two short years; How has it seemed to thee?
19470Are fresh joys waiting for the silent dead?
19470Are ta chooakin?
19470Are ta crazy?
19470Are ta lost?
19470Are ta lukkin for some mooar?
19470Are ta maddled mun amang it?
19470Are the dark locks I worshipped, now mingled with grey?
19470Are the years sending us Farther apart?
19470Are there no souls to cheer, no hearts to melt?
19470Are there no victims under tyrants''yoke, Whose wrongs thy stirring music should proclaim?
19470Aw axt,"what wants ta, onnyway?"
19470Aw sed to th''milk- chap''tother day,"Ha long does ta trust sich fowk, Ike?
19470Aw should think tha does, but dang it, Where''s ta been to leearn to scream?
19470Aw wonder if they''ve paid ther rent?
19470Awm hawf inclined to think sometimes, Aw''ve been a trifle soft, Aw happen should a''dun''t misen?
19470But aw wonder who does all ther mendin'', Weshes th''clooas, an cleans th''winders an''flags?
19470But this seems strange, soa tell me pray, Ha wor''t yo coom?
19470But what does ta say?
19470But whear''s th''stock commin throo, mi lass?
19470But where, alas, where shall I find him?
19470But who can resist, When it sparkles an shines; An his nooas gets a whif At''s mooar fragrant nor wines?
19470But why should ther be sich distress, When ther''s plenty for all an to spare?
19470Can brewers, distillers, or traffickers pray For the blessing of God, on the seed Which they sow for the harvest of men gone astray?
19470Can earthborn love endure?
19470Come, heead or tail?
19470Dick pickt it up-- what could it be?
19470Did a gleam o''sunshine warm thee, An''deceive thee?
19470Did he mean to betray?
19470Did ta think aw meant to tak thi?
19470Do angels''hearts past vows renew, To mortals here who dwell?
19470Do aw ooin thi?
19470Do love''s fond memories Brighten the way, Or faith''s fell enemies Darken thy day?
19470Does envy nivver fill yor breast When passin fowk wi''riches blest?
19470Does he love her dearly As when he was young?
19470Does he never scold?
19470Does he never weary Of her ready tongue?
19470Does ta hear?
19470Does ta wonder what aw mean?
19470Does the grave man blame her?
19470Does''t think''at th''lads i''Batley Carr Are all booath dumb an blind?
19470Erect new asylums and hospitals raise,-- Build prisons for creatures of sin;-- Can these be a means to improve the world''s ways?
19470For we''re forced to leeav behind us All awr pomp, an all awr show; Why then should we slight another?
19470For when aw tuk this cot for thee, We''d nubdy but ussen; But sin that lad wor born ther''s three, An ther''ll sooin be four, an then?"
19470Goa hooam,--tha little drabbled brat, Tha''ll get thi deeath o''cold; Whear does ta live?
19470Grumbler,--cast a look araand thi;-- Is this world or thee to blame?
19470Has Time stolen brightness and beauty away?
19470Has sombdy been findin fault, Wi''owt tha''s sed or done?
19470Has the soul fled that once within thee dwelt?
19470Have yo nooan o''yer own?"
19470Have yo seen awr Mary''s bonnet?
19470He looked so calm, so sweet, so fair Why should we stand and weep?
19470How dare we murmur, when around On every side, Such proofs of His great love abound, O''er the world wide?
19470How should I know That one so good and fair, Would condescend To spare a thought, or care, For one so low?
19470How should I know, That day when first we met, I Would be a day I never can forget?
19470How should I know, That those bright eyes of thine Would haunt me yet?
19470How should I know?
19470How should I know?
19470How should I know?
19470I asked;"What is her cause of grief?
19470I dared not hope such bliss could be in store;-- How dare I who had known no love before?
19470I listened, and the sound again Smote clearly on my ear:"Can there,"--I wondering asked myself--"Can there be sorrow here?"
19470I''d known him in much better state, As"old hard- working Mike,"I asked, would he the cause relate?
19470I''that fair hooam ov thine, Whear all is breet an pure,--- Say,--is ther room for love like mine?
19470If God gave me this life,-- Now, when worn out with strife, May I not give it back And move from out the track?
19470If aw wor free to please mi mind, Aw''st niver mak this stur; But aw''ve a mother ommust blind, What mud become o''her?
19470If not; then whither will the spirit go?
19470If th''world gooas cruckt,--what''s that to us?
19470If to goa in-- yo understand Unknown to me yo ca n''t sir.-- Pray what''s your name?
19470Is it Reight?
19470Is it Reight?
19470Is it axin too mich ov"the powers that be,"For a city''s main street from sich curse to be free?
19470Is it too much to hope,--someday This heart of mine, That beats alone for thee,--yet may Thy love enshrine?
19470Is n''t it bracing the ice to skim o''er, With a jovial friend or the one you adore?
19470Is n''t it grand when the north breezes blow?
19470It luks moor like a donkey, Does ta think''at it con rawt?"
19470It''s all varry weel to be spendin Ther time at a hunt or a ball, But if th''workers war huntin an doncin, Whativer wod come on us all?
19470Leaving me lonely, who loved so much?
19470Little linnet,--stop a minnit,-- Let me have a tawk with thee: Tell me what this life has in it, Maks thee seem so full o''glee?
19470Luk at yond,--but a child,--what''s shoo dooin thear?
19470Mi Old Umberel What matters if some fowk deride, An point wi''a finger o''scorn?
19470Must my ruin the price of his perfidy be?
19470Nah, ca n''t ta tell me who tha art?
19470Nah, what are ta dooin wi''th''pussy cat, pray?
19470Ne''er heed if grim poverty pays yo a visit,''Twill nivver stop long if yo show a bold front; It''s noa sin to be poor, if yo ca nt help it,--is it?
19470Of ruin, the fruit of their greed?
19470Oh, is n''t it nice to be somebody''s?-- Somebody''s darling and pet, To be shrined in the heart of a dear one, Whose absence fills soul with regret?
19470Oh, what holds him back from the arms of his love?
19470Oh, where is her Johnnie?
19470Oh, where is her laddie that treated her so?
19470Oh, where is her laddie?
19470Oh, where is my Johnnie?
19470Oh, where is my Johnnie?
19470Oh, where is my laddie so gallant and free?
19470Oh, where is my laddie, so gallant and free?
19470Oh, where is my laddie?
19470Oh, where is my laddie?
19470Or are ta bothered wi''thi loom, Wi''th''warp tha''s just begun?
19470Or are ta poorly, lad?
19470Or are there none deserving songs of fame?
19470Or at workers should join in a strike?
19470Or do we perish with am fleeting breath?
19470Or does ta allus dress that rate-- Black duds o''th''wairty?"
19470Or has ta seen th''Old Lad?"
19470Or have the fetters of mankind been broke?
19470Or love still blending us Heart into heart?
19470Or one soul from destruction e''er win?
19470Or will it for ever be night?
19470Our life''s Sun has touched the horizon, It will speedily dip out of sight, And then what?
19470Ov sofas aw think hauf a scoor, An picturs enuff for a show?
19470Passing events,--tell, what are they I pray?
19470Pray tell me th''saycret if tha can What keeps thi heart soa leet, An leeavs thi still a grand owd man, At we''re all praad to meet?"
19470Pray, whativer wor ta doin?
19470Said aw,"Owd friend, pray tell me true, If in your heart yo nivver rue Th''time''at''s past?
19470Saw yo that lass wi''her wicked een?
19470Say, can the wealth you now possess, Such happiness procure, As did our youthful pleasures bless, When both our hearts were pure?
19470Says Matty,"whativver''s amiss?"
19470Says aw,"Lad, pray, who does ta meean?"
19470Says aw,"Owd trump, it''s rayther late For one''at''s dress''d i''sich a state, Across this Slack to mak ther gate: Is ther some pairty?
19470Says he,"does ta know whear they''ve gooan?"
19470Shall Morality''s claims be set all o''one side, Sich a market for lewdness an vice to provide?
19470Shoo blushed an sed,"Nay, Ben, If they should see me wi''thi, What wod yo''re fowk say then?"
19470Shoo sewerly is innocent yet?
19470Shoo smil''d an sed,"Well, what''s to do?"
19470Should one class wear ther lives away, To mak another great; Wol all their share will hardly pay, For grub enuff to ait?
19470Still we do love her so,-- Her truth?
19470Tell me thi name; Have they been ooinion thi?
19470Tha wod roor, aw think, if tha dar-- What means ta bi shakin thi heead?
19470That clasp of hands that made my heartstrings thrill, Would not die out, but keeps vibrating still?
19470That surely is n''t crayture, lad, Aw heeard''em say tha''d bowt?
19470That thy sweet smile, so full of trust and love, Should, beaming still, a priceless solace prove?
19470The night''s growing dark and the shadows are eerie, The stars now peep out from the blue vault above; Oh, why does he tarry?
19470Theear Peter stood wi''keys i''hand: Says he,"What do you want, sir?
19470Then th''chaps sed,"Billy, where''s ta been?
19470Then turning up his hazel eyes, Which questioning light shone through, He said,"that prayer sounds very nice,-- Is He your Father too?"
19470Then we d they wor an off they went To start ther life ov sweet content; An Sally ax''d him whear he meant Ther honey- mooin to spend at?
19470Then why should we envy his wealth an his lands, Tho''sarvents attend to obey his commands?
19470Ther wor once a"Man,"mich greater Nor thisen wi''all thi brass; Him, awr blessed Mediator,-- Wod He scorn that little lass?
19470Ther''s a spark just o''th tip o''mi pen, An it may be poetical fire: An suppoase''at it is''nt-- what then?
19470This idol I picture and dream of,-- Does he live?
19470This man, that my heart longs for so?
19470Tho his wage wor but small Shoo ne''er grummeld at all, An if th''butter should chonce to run short; Her cake shoo''d ait dry, If axt why?
19470Tho''thi mammy says us nay, An thi dad''s unwillin''; Wod ta have me pine away Wi this love at''s killin''?
19470Though your progress may be hindered, By false friends or bitter foes; And the goal for which you''re striving, Seems so far away,--who knows?
19470Tried to kill yor old cat?
19470Was ever May so gay As what the poets say?
19470Was it because I had worshipped thee so?
19470Was my devotion to thee an offence?
19470We''d a meetin at th''schooil yesterneet, An Jimmy wor thear,--tha''s seen Jim?
19470What Wor it?
19470What Wor it?
19470What are fowks''riches to mother an me?
19470What are ta cryin for, poor little lamb?
19470What bi that?
19470What can aw do but shield my lad?
19470What care they tho''he smothered a sigh, Or wiped off a tear as they coom?
19470What color could ta like it done?
19470What do they call thi, lad?
19470What does it matter if truth be unpleasant?
19470What is it gains fowk invitations, Throo them at live i''lofty stations?
19470What is it maks a crusty wife Forget to scold, an leeave off strife?
19470What is it maks a gaumless muff Grow rich, an roll i''lots o''stuff, Woll better men ca n''t get enough?
19470What is it maks fowk wade throo th''snow, To goa to th''church, becoss they know''At th''squire''s at hooam an sure to goa?
19470What is it men say they detest, Yet allus like that chap the best''At gives em twice as mich as th''rest?
19470What is it smoothes th''rooad throo life?
19470What is it they''re dooin?
19470What is it we should mooast despise, An by its help refuse to rise, Tho''poverty''s befoor awr eyes?
19470What is it wins mooast situations?
19470What is it, if it worn''t theear, Wod mak some fowks feel varry queer, An put em i''ther proper sphere?
19470What is it, when life''s wasting fast, When all this world''s desires are past, Will prove noa use to us at last?
19470What is it, when the devil sends His agents raand to work his ends, What is it gains him lots o''friends?
19470What is it?
19470What is it?
19470What means all this hullaballoo?
19470What pleasure has a millionaire''At aw''ve net one to match?
19470What wod aw give if those days could come ovver?
19470What wod ta have a woman at?
19470What wor it made me love thee, lass?
19470What''s a poor lass like me to do,''At langs for a hooam ov her own?
19470What''s he at?
19470What''s th''lad done?
19470What''s that cry?
19470What''s these little things stirrin?
19470What''s to do?"
19470Whativver has ta browt?
19470Whear is thi Daddy, doy?
19470Whear is thi mam?
19470Whear wod th''young ens''at laff be to- day, But for th''old ens they turn into fun?
19470Whear''s th''milk?
19470When shall we meet again?
19470When shoo axt me yesterneet, What made mi een soa breet?
19470When they see at distress daily thickens, Till despairin turns into dislike?
19470Who Cares?
19470Who Cares?
19470Who can give comfort in grief such as this?
19470Who cares to keep a bird Whose note is never heard?
19470Who is it, when one starts for th''day A cheerin word is apt to say, At sends yo leeter on yor way?
19470Who is it, when yo hooamward crawl, Taks all yo have, an thinks it small; Twice caants it, an says,"Is this all?"
19470Who nivver once forgets that day, When yo''ve to draw yor bit o''pay, But comes to meet yo hawf o''th''way?
19470Who''s that flat?
19470Why is pleasure i''full measure, Thine throo rooasy morn to neet, Has ta fun some wondrous treasure, Maks thi be for ivver breet?
19470Why should a prince be excused, when a peasant Is bullied an''blamed for a mich smaller fault?
19470Why the dickens do some fowk keep thrustin, As if th''world had n''t raam for us all?
19470Will a new morn be rising?
19470Will fate ever bring us together again?
19470Will my heart never know a surcease from pain?
19470Will she ne''er grow old?
19470Will that day ivver come when a virtuous lass, Alone, withaat insult, in safety may pass?
19470Will the soul soar, or will it sink below?
19470Will the years ne''er tame her?
19470Wod yo bawk a chap ov his desire?
19470Wod yo leead a happy life?
19470Wor it intended some should grooap, Battlin with th''world o''care, Wol others full ov joy an hooap Have happiness to spare?
19470Wor it to tell us keep away, Yo hav''nt room?"
19470Wor yo ivver at Horton Tide?
19470Yet, why should we repine?
19470__________ Old Jenny sat silently freeatin,-- Sed Alec,"Pray lass, what''s to do?"
19470an th''mooast on it''s saand: What''s rotten aw''ll throw into th''street-- Worn''t it gooid to ligg thear to be faand?
19470aw cried,"an is it thee''At''s call''d owd Nick?"
19470cried the shopman in a rage--"What shall we live to see?
19470has ta lost thi wits?
19470ne''er repine at thi lot, If thart useful what moor can ta be?
19470oh, what is ther grander, When years have rolled by sin''yo left an old friend?
19470oh, when?
19470oh, where is my dearie?
19470sich a thowt maks one''s blooid to run chill,-- Has that lass gooan for ivver to sleep?
19470to- day Arn''t we blest wi''a seet o''gooid luck?
19470what can you do, love, When I am dead and gone?"
19470what does ta mean?"
19470what meeans all this fuss?
19470whear''s ta been?
19470where are yo throo?