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,

‘Nah, lass, caar thi daan, an let’… It’s long sin we’d th’ haase to us… Just give me thi nooations o’ this… What tha thinks abaat measures an… We’ve lived a long time i’ this wo…

On the sixteenth of June, eightee… The children of Sunderland hasten… Strange wonders performed by a mys… Believing,—as only young children… And merry groups chattered, as han…

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…

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…

Bonny lassie, come thi ways, An let us goa together! Tho’ we’ve met wi stormy days, Ther’ll be some sunny weather. An if joy should spring for me,

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…

Aw wander’d aght one summer’s morn… Across a meadow newly shorn; Th’ sun wor shinin’ breet and clea… An’ fragrant scents rose up i’th’… An’ all wor still.

If yo’ve a fancy for a spree, Goa up to Lundun, same as me, Yo’ll find ther’s lots o’ things t… To pleeas yo weel. If seem isn’t quite enuff,

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…

It nobbut luks like tother day, Sin Jane an me first met; Yet fifty years have rolled away, But still aw dooant forget. Th’ Sundy schooil wor ovver,

Aw nivver rammel mich abaat, Aw’ve summat else to do; But yet aw think, withaat a daat, Aw’ve seen a thing or two. One needn’t leeav his native shoor…

Some fowk ivverlastinly grummel, At th’ world an at th’ fowk ther i… If across owt 'at’s pleasant they… They try to pick faults in a minni… We all have a strinklin o’ care,

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,

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…