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

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…

Give it 'em hot, an be hanged to t… Souls may be lost wol yor choosin’… Out wi’ them doctrines 'at taich o… Daan wi’ a vice tho’ it may be a l… What does it matter if truth be un…

Beautiful babby! Beautiful lad! Pride o’ thi mother and joy o’ thi… Full ov sly tricks an sweet winnin… Two cherry lips whear a smile ivve… Two little een ov heavenly blue,—

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…

Little childer,—little childer; Harken to an old man’s ditty; Tho yo live ith’ country village,— Tho yo live ith’ busy city. Aw’ve a little tale to tell yo,—

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…

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,

One neet aw went hooam, what time… But it must ha been lat, for awd t… Furst one clock, then t’other, kep… Aw wor gaumless, a chap will get g… Thinks aw—tha’ll drop in for’t to-…

Ditherum dump lived i’th’ haase be… An he grummel’d throo mornin to ne… On his rig he’d a varry respectabl… An his nooas end wor ruddy an bree… His een wor askew an his legs knoc…

Ov whooalsum food aw get mi fill,— Ov drink aw seldom want a gill; Aw’ve clooas to shield me free thr… Should winds be cold or th’ sun be… Aw rarely have a sickly spell,—

‘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,

Bonny little Blue-bells Mid young brackens green, ‘Neath the hedgerows peeping Modestly between; Telling us that Summer

When rich fowk are feastin, an poo… Ther’s summat 'at connot be reight… Wol one lot are cheerin, another l… For want ov sufficient to ait. Ther must be a screw lawse i’th’ s…

Who is it, when one starts for th’… A cheerin word is apt to say, At sends yo leeter on yor way? A wife. An who, when th’ wark is done at n…