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…

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…

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…

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…

Another!—well, my bonny lad, A’w wodn’t send thee back; Altho’ we thowt we hadn’t raam, Tha’s fun some in a crack. It maks me feel as pleased as punc…

‘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

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…

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’…

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…

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…

As aw passed Wit’orth chapel 'two… Aw’d mi can full o’ teah, an a bun… An aw thowt th’ bit o’ bacca aw pu… Wor sweeter nor ivver aw’d known i… An th’ burds sang soa sweetly,

God bless ivery one raand yor tabl… Wi’ plenty to ait an’ to spare; God bless yo an’ mak yo all able To enjoy what may fall to yor shar… God bless yo wi health an’ wi rich…

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…

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,