‘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…

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,

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,

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…

‘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,

Poor Dick nah sleeps quietly, his… Deeath shut off his steam tother d… His engine, long active, has made… An his boiler nah falls to decay. Maybe he’d his faults, but he’d va…

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…

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,

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…

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…

Sin Leeds wor a city it puts on g… An aw’ve noa wish to bother wi’ ot… ‘At they’ve mich to be praad on aw… But aw think thier’s some things t… They’ve raised some fine buildings…