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,

Come let us choose the better part… And sing whilst life is given; A cheerful and contented heart Gives no offence to Heaven. ’Tis Christmas time, then fill th…

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…

Old age, aw can feel’s creepin on, Aw’ve noa taste for what once made… Mi love ov wild marlocks is gooan, An aw know awm noa longer a lad. When aw luk back at th’ mile stooa…

Why lad, awm sewer tha’rt ommost d… This ovvertime is killin; ‘Twor allus soa sin th’ world begu… They put o’ them at’s willin. Tha’s ne’er a neet to call thi own…

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…

Yo fowk 'at’s some brass to invest… Luk sharp an mak th’ best ov yor c… Aw’ll gie yo a tip,—one o’th’ best… Whear ther’s profit an safety for… Yo needn’t be feeard th’ bank ‘ll…

‘O! charming May!’ That’s what they say. The saying is not new,— The saying is not true;— O! May!

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.

A’a dear, what it is to be big! To be big i’ one’s own estimation, To think if we shake a lawse leg, ‘At th’ world feels a tremblin sen… To fancy 'at th’ nook 'at we fill,

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…

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…

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…

When but a little toddlin thing, I’th’ heather sweet shoo’d play, An like a fay on truant wing, Shoo’d rammel far away; An even butterflees wod come

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…