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,

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,

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…

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

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…

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…

O, the lasses, the lasses, God bl… His heart must be hard as a stooan ’At could willingly goa an distres… For withaat ’em man’s lot 'ud be l… Tho’ th’ pooasies i’ paradise grow…

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…

Some tawk becoss they think they’r… Wi’ sich a lot o’ wit; Some seem to tawk to let fowk know They’re born withaat a bit. Some tawk i’ hooaps 'at what they…

‘Awst nivver be jaylus, net aw!’ Sed Nancy to th’ love ov her hear… ‘Aw couldn’t, lad, if awd to try, For aw know varry weel what tha ar… Aw could trust thee to th’ world’s…

‘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,

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,

Tha’rt a rough en;—aye tha art,—an… Just as ready. Tha ne’er lived as… Aw can tell. Ther’s noa mistress weshed thi ski… Net mich pettin; kicks an cuffins…

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…

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…