Th’ mooin shone breet wi’ silver l… An th’ wind wor softly sighin; Th’ burds did sleep, an th’ snails… An th’ buzzards wor a flying; Th’ daisies donned ther neet caps…

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,—

Wheear is thi daddy, boy? Wheear… What are ta’ crying’ for, poor lit… Dry up thi peepies, pet, wipe thi… Tears on thy little cheeks seem ou… What do they call thi, lad? Tell…

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

Bide thi time! it’s sure to come, Tho’ it may seem tardy,— Thine’s a better fate nor some: If tha’s but a humble home, Yet thart strong an hardy;

Wod yo leead a happy life? Aw can show yo ha,— Get a true an lovin wife,— (Yo may have one nah.) If yo have, remember this,

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…

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,—

Ther’s a Squire lives at th’ Hall… As if he wor ommost a god. He’s hansum, he’s rich, an he’s cl… An fowk’s praad if he gives 'em a… He keeps carriages, horses an dogs…

‘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…

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…

Some fowk choose one thing, some a… To grace ther prose or rhyme; Some sneerin say 'at tha’lot my br… Maks me choose thee for mine; Well, let 'em sneer owd Neddy lad…

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…

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…

Coortin days,—Coortin days,—loved… What wod aw give if those days cou… Weddin is joyous,—its pleasur unst… But coortin is th’ sweetest thing… Walkin an talkin,