quadgram

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quadgram	frequency
a bit ov a	13
to be able to	12
what it is to	11
christ tak up thy	10
tak up thy saul	10
the girt woak tree	10
linden on the lawn	9
every nighte and alle	9
throo morn to neet	9
when i was a	9
cried worthy bloom the	8
aw once knew a	8
it may be soa	8
to claim her for	8
worthy bloom the miller	8
me in the kittereen	8
when i wer young	8
briggate at setterdy neet	8
as aw went on	7
all aw could see	7
on a christmas morning	7
for all aw could	7
of the north riding	7
he did the thing	7
while music wer a	7
the bells ov alderburnham	7
all on a christmas	7
aw like to see	7
and christe receive thye	7
grand to ha plenty	7
the linden on the	7
aw dooant know what	7
i like to see	6
when birds be still	6
i on my knees	6
only lass we had	6
once knew a chap	6
a friend or stranger	6
the steps vor water	6
sweet music in the	6
christe receive thye saule	6
ellen brine ov allenburn	6
music in the wind	6
for little is better	6
aw went on mi	6
nooation aw had as	6
i was a lad	6
here am i on	6
went on mi way	6
keep a contented mind	6
had as aw went	6
little is better nor	6
hide not thy face	6
the girt wold house	6
how should i know	6
i wish i had	6
troubles are oft ov	6
am i on my	6
aw had as aw	6
are oft ov a	6
it is to be	6
we will give you	6
a nooation aw had	6
moonlight on the door	6
a vist vor friends	6
that i do meet	6
noa mortal can tell	6
let us go out	6
to be thankful for	5
and customs of the	5
the while the zun	5
what is it maks	5
of yorkshire dialect poetry	5
dooant forget the old	5
tip it doon your	5
bud tip it doon	5
vrom zide to zide	5
and leave the rest	5
veet that i do	5
a glorious christmas day	5
me or my meare	5
forget the old fowks	5
of the nineteenth century	5
woont goo hwome to	5
fal de ral de	5
what a glorious christmas	5
call her my wife	5
down the steps vor	5
once upon a time	5
your best and leave	5
where we did keep	5
we did keep our	5
did keep our flagon	5
niver can call her	5
do your best and	5
de ral de ra	5
soa bonny mi lad	5
workin for little is	5
like to see thee	5
it may be a	5
customs of the north	5
for he did the	5
i niver can call	5
aw know varry weel	5
emily ov yarrow mill	5
it doon your wizan	5
happy days when i	5
shoo wor a bonny	5
best and leave the	5
days when i wer	5
blackmwore by the stour	5
can call her my	5
come in for a	4
you did not know	4
think what a glorious	4
the death of a	4
when you were true	4
don on thy bonnet	4
in the north riding	4
below the linden on	4
as red as a	4
where ceaseless surges smite	4
but as sooin as	4
cream of wit and	4
if i wer a	4
by the welshnut tree	4
to a roadside flower	4
road up athirt the	4
aw mud as weel	4
in the land where	4
ing did ring the	4
elegy on the death	4
at the end of	4
to see thee when	4
that died in beauty	4
his little black hand	4
abode in arby wood	4
butterfly in a weaving	4
on the death of	4
the land where ceaseless	4
what mun we do	4
little lug and mizzen	4
white road up athirt	4
aw think what a	4
in a weaving shed	4
vrom tree to tree	4
he bowt him a	4
i loved thee then	4
were true and kind	4
the little orphan pair	4
mill by cloty stour	4
ceaseless surges smite the	4
nowt noa moor to	4
white hand in mine	4
death of a frog	4
aw like to hear	4
boast if others can	4
for let ther faults	4
come thi ways in	4
zummer hedge in blooth	4
come fotch me to	4
finding a butterfly in	4
dr e ve the	4
so white as snow	4
where is my laddie	4
lug and mizzen in	4
would not live alway	4
between an awd wife	4
that i love thee	4
vrom hour to hour	4
my little lug and	4
never the better vor	4
an monny a time	4
the best ov all	4
in blackmwore by the	4
i wer a squier	4
pentridge by the river	4
be never the better	4
i have loved beauty	4
try to be patient	4
the while the moon	4
i be never the	4
were a dree neet	4
as mich brass as	4
i thought that i	4
in my garden of	4
mizzen in the bay	4
the white road up	4
tawk mi native twang	4
on finding a butterfly	4
it may be wrang	4
you woont goo hwome	4
surges smite the crag	4
i would not live	4
aw wish aw could	4
and mizzen in the	4
come to thy gronny	4
i do goo to	4
what is it gains	4
our abode in arby	4
in the kittereen drove	4
mumming we will go	4
in the kittereen for	4
of wit and humour	4
i love thee now	4
land where ceaseless surges	4
they tuk me for	4
a happy new year	4
ang the wires did	4
an bide thi time	4
up athirt the hill	4
pay when they like	4
you were true and	4
wife knows nowt abaat	4
did ring the string	4
a butterfly in a	4
is it maks a	4
of the west riding	4
next wor a lad	4
or that dream aw	4
the wires did clang	4
those days of old	4
poems of rural life	4
do meet below the	3
come on us all	3
where love do bide	3
e ve the plow	3
those days have gone	3
that i loved thee	3
old songs of the	3
to ait an to	3
an monny a tear	3
seen sich a day	3
poor life is past	3
that i do like	3
if ivver thoo gav	3
my grief is new	3
finds a place in	3
at last aw began	3
be able to get	3
and safe to harbour	3
he felt his time	3
he bet his booits	3
which find a place	3
but if aw wor	3
his courage up to	3
where the zun did	3
zunsheen in the winter	3
my love is good	3
safe to harbour bring	3
we did goo to	3
a funny tale last	3
claim her for mi	3
to act upon if	3
best man in the	3
to harbour bring us	3
he gate to enter	3
a few words spoke	3
our darling cora died	3
warkus ned had supped	3
enuff to mak a	3
wish you a merry	3
peter gate a time	3
but a chap mun	3
done to grieve him	3
find summat else by	3
god for that at	3
but at this day	3
a year or two	3
aw strive to do	3
of us was just	3
thoo nivver gav nean	3
drew did all at	3
miss tregear have a	3
hear or tell a	3
that i passed without	3
what do ye wesh	3
he wor takken varry	3
thought that i loved	3
moor nor aw can	3
start a schooil for	3
her for mi own	3
my poor life is	3
be careful what yo	3
the apple tree do	3
from that of the	3
he cried them in	3
to a rich fly	3
zummer thoughts in winter	3
tell whear to bide	3
the ivy that do	3
young that died in	3
make your business clear	3
ax him if he	3
only zell honey to	3
early in the nineteenth	3
better days speedily come	3
an off shoo went	3
do bring to mind	3
did all at he	3
just to keep a	3
but net a bit	3
anything for a pretty	3
to goo to church	3
that grand yorksher lass	3
i know that i	3
if they happen to	3
for pudden and for	3
zell honey to buy	3
found blooming march th	3
the girt wood vier	3
god help fowk this	3
do buy my matches	3
biggest dish for pudden	3
a lesson for me	3
parts of the county	3
as cleean as a	3
when you was a	3
doors too long a	3
to start a schooil	3
the girt elem tree	3
the best man in	3
mi heart is thine	3
thou comest at laste	3
an one an all	3
when my lady hath	3
allus a gooid friend	3
but ha could aw	3
do what we can	3
raand unto his wife	3
just make your business	3
vor ellen brine ov	3
where thou dost float	3
lent it him last	3
my garden of roses	3
gooid friend to me	3
collection of english words	3
they put him by	3
glee by the welshnut	3
do bring things round	3
let a tear drop	3
we chonced to meet	3
nooas as they pass	3
a kind word brings	3
her to be mine	3
less nor hauf a	3
in the yorkshire dialect	3
in the nineteenth century	3
i passed without thee	3
know that i love	3
queen ov skircoit green	3
for that at least	3
do you remember the	3
does it matter if	3
cleean as a pin	3
of the eighteenth century	3
songs of the dales	3
harbour bring us all	3
made up his mind	3
of the yorkshire dialect	3
wide enough if she	3
awm nooan baan to	3
a bit of a	3
be glad to see	3
do just as tha	3
one on us mun	3
to see a lot	3
a day or two	3
in to hear his	3
when my poor life	3
when dicky sailed away	3
kittereen for both of	3
that steady old song	3
low in linden lea	3
dialogue between an awd	3
throo mornin to neet	3
the kittereen for both	3
hold up yer heeads	3
nea use at yam	3
give it yond lad	3
do bide all day	3
come out to the	3
noo tree so well	3
too long a day	3
from his popular writings	3
be able to goa	3
as i come by	3
aw think it luks	3
just be a penny	3
soa aw went to	3
liked by all the	3
but yet aw think	3
goo the mill by	3
god bless thi belly	3
when we get to	3
aw sit daan to	3
i mind me of	3
it mud ha been	3
get to some spot	3
the brook that ran	3
pudden and for pie	3
just as tha will	3
a chap feels fooilish	3
i do meet below	3
tear stood in his	3
a chap as me	3
what does it matter	3
waiting at the gate	3
him one paand ten	3
funny tale last neet	3
if she wer there	3
in my little lug	3
where the heart is	3
mud happen be ten	3
he shut his een	3
just between them two	3
owes me eighteen pence	3
invite to a doo	3
i sez to meself	3
a fooil if he	3
did not know that	3
thank god for that	3
bate off a touch	3
did we but know	3
rules to act upon	3
of the poems in	3
is better nor laiking	3
heeard a funny tale	3
stop at yam to	3
enough if she wer	3
desarves it for what	3
sich a chap as	3
cuts me up to	3
who is it at	3
hold those days of	3
for both of us	3
mind me of the	3
the whole day long	3
thee bite off a	3
outside of the county	3
to hear or tell	3
seldom claimed a better	3
i got two vields	3
when our darling cora	3
we owe him one	3
if ther wor owt	3
a invite to a	3
a deal nearer heaven	3
waited to hear nowt	3
i wish you a	3
he wor allus a	3
the wall is wold	3
at last says he	3
meet below the row	3
to hear a remark	3
down low in linden	3
the heart is holy	3
awst nivver be jaylus	3
ther wor once a	3
wor allus a gooid	3
plenty to ait an	3
he desarves it for	3
it saanded like nowt	3
green do bear but	3
the close of the	3
of the adventures of	3
aw wish shoo wor	3
all in vain we	3
bite off a bit	3
baan to start a	3
up to hear sich	3
just to see what	3
the years that i	3
we get to some	3
an hour or two	3
it cuts me up	3
an he tells him	3
dish for pudden and	3
as sooin as he	3
vrom spring to spring	3
when the day do	3
when two little lads	3
the dark elem tree	3
may better days speedily	3
as sooin as aw	3
could boast if others	3
what does ta say	3
a sin to be	3
i do like the	3
bob at lives at	3
to hear sich talk	3
that i should bide	3
aw think aw shall	3
should be his wife	3
use which is made	3
wor as cleean as	3
where you did never	3
last aw began to	3
the mill by cloty	3
began to give way	3
but i know that	3
mak a gooid start	3
but aw think its	3
owdest mud happen be	3
in the hearts of	3
white as driven snow	3
as big as a	3
the young that died	3
as mich as aw	3
has it to be	3
to have a bit	3
it for ale when	3
but all in vain	3
that i do know	3
help fowk this weather	3
some sang a song	3
owe him one paand	3
i could boast if	3
is better nor laikin	3
years that i passed	3
ther wor nowt new	3
in the west riding	3
me up to hear	3
abode where love do	3
a gooid friend to	3
mi mother had made	3
under the dark elem	3
moor welcome nor thee	3
gooan to that place	3
a time when the	3
both of us was	3
as sooin as they	3
do bear but vew	3
know mi mammy sleeps	2
aw should like to	2
has promised to guide	2
a varry long un	2
but quickly on he	2
to fotch us chaps	2
christ receive thye saule	2
but thear it wor	2
he starts for his	2
be a poor little	2
blind us for a	2
thankful that alone aw	2
tha niver tuk noa	2
thee net knowin sich	2
uncared for throo his	2
bothers me what they	2
shall we find it	2
things as they come	2
near the last bend	2
a trifle moor charity	2
a madman change his	2
chait if he can	2
put on his hat	2
thear it is aw	2
will love him still	2
do rise to screen	2
further back for aw	2
weight ov a stooan	2
thi way to mill	2
want is a warm	2
to see a sign	2
but this seems strange	2
careful what yo do	2
to some quiet corner	2
it may mak me	2
foeman dar to cross	2
heead to fooit plaistered	2
long wor to let	2
noa wealth could tempt	2
far from the bustling	2
when a peasant is	2
aw be as deead	2
have noa spot to	2
for aw think what	2
risk the foamin wave	2
trees formed a back	2
still awr hearts can	2
a seet at a	2
birds sang out a	2
shines as breet for	2
a few yards away	2
here we coom at	2
show yo in a	2
aw did mak a	2
man may mak hooshuns	2
stopt at hooam to	2
wor a sorry sooart	2
may be loved for	2
her heart shoo prest	2
few like robin redbreast	2
awful craytur met mi	2
em not to be	2
he sang soa weel	2
for aw nivver think	2
aw strive for here	2
but tha longs to	2
sits in the winder	2
made to bother wi	2
we let her have	2
may be made of	2
all safe at last	2
knew it wor a	2
the pale grey wings	2
shut all mi brass	2
ov a thursday aw	2
he sat to rest	2
sends his agents raand	2
that poor little maase	2
done mi best to	2
a whisper in his	2
things went on like	2
sooin be called away	2
sings sweet music as	2
grassy banks he sat	2
things when a man	2
a few years moor	2
warks as if it	2
call him poor joa	2
gooid thing in its	2
be thankful for what	2
boldly made a breach	2
say he brought it	2
once breet een wor	2
could get on misen	2
him mooar inclined to	2
lip wor graced at	2
tried to say summat	2
stop whear tha art	2
queen and country when	2
do lie below the	2
ever they should ventur	2
deep grave newly made	2
saw sich a spreead	2
but ther maisters forget	2
it grieves me varry	2
on us con have	2
tellin us fine weather	2
for awr pains an	2
know what to do	2
fast which iver way	2
alone aw feel what	2
daddy he once fell	2
find him mooar inclined	2
estate for thine tha	2
us to walk away	2
and the use which	2
but if aw should	2
as by my zide	2
it luks moor like	2
an be a burd	2
troubles hem him raand	2
to sigh for thee	2
his mucky clooas to	2
fits it to be	2
nice for yor friends	2
nor hauf a craan	2
cold an wind an	2
aw saw a tear	2
for thee to talk	2
rush to ther damnation	2
do awr best wol	2
yet they hung soa	2
black as black could	2
bury yor neive up	2
raand an caught her	2
too rich to throw	2
truth they may put	2
i be very zorry	2
honest toil mi efforts	2
dropt upon his knee	2
life maks me his	2
as his darlin had	2
little chonce wi thieves	2
to miss ye now	2
aspen by the river	2
whisper in his ear	2
are all ower slow	2
miss troubles as some	2
day when a cab	2
yo should have to	2
are the little orphan	2
weft should be faulty	2
for thine tha thinks	2
some far away land	2
if mi ear but	2
yo understand unknown to	2
they called her natty	2
let us goa together	2
then tremlin dropt upon	2
hurried off to him	2
and hear what the	2
that job wor ended	2
face to face with	2
varry thowts grow dim	2
do slight the zwell	2
it seems that way	2
who does ta meean	2
in a volume of	2
father be unto the	2
aw know some fowk	2
yo set an example	2
when sich as thee	2
flared up still higher	2
keenly interested in the	2
nooan at lispt like	2
wait impatient for the	2
to see her put	2
daan aw sank beside	2
each do awr best	2
they seldom give dinners	2
to think noa foeman	2
owt to be thankful	2
there is a land	2
at once it gave	2
some shade to rest	2
aw heard last neet	2
weel assured ov heaven	2
noa tears are runnin	2
aw began to give	2
be able to set	2
noa cause to fear	2
be soa monny neglected	2
tha bears net some	2
browt it hooam to	2
think on it wor	2
hardest task wor yet	2
sometimes aw wonder what	2
a burden hard to	2
to keep a soul	2
to tell him his	2
clasping his sister closer	2
if he gets a	2
methought i heard the	2
life goa away till	2
lig daan on at	2
shoo can alter her	2
some day varry near	2
leave yo to yorsels	2
wod he scorn that	2
bith hauf work all	2
put away as a	2
knows pay when they	2
cares net for that	2
that is if they	2
but a lass wor	2
nah aw see yor	2
mi arm like a	2
as humble could be	2
as little wrong to	2
how still do all	2
once more to the	2
do meet ye up	2
think hauf a scoor	2
took them to my	2
to come in for	2
to see tha freeats	2
call that vulgar slang	2
booasts better blooid in	2
love to walk its	2
feel as pleased as	2
wor a wopper too	2
dear life do seem	2
arm raand my shawl	2
two farms in woone	2
rocksticks or humbugs or	2
awm thankful sich hard	2
feared it will be	2
begs some sugar for	2
ov us own brewin	2
a stick and a	2
waif seemed sent to	2
for i knew that	2
a fancy con read	2
of the black morocco	2
gie me a chonce	2
why jenny wor it	2
care net for ther	2
tak this claat to	2
a heap ov horse	2
wi a waggin tail	2
me tha had a	2
ale when coom nooin	2
an bob at lives	2
for it connot be	2
the thoughts of men	2
shall aw feel all	2
and in the year	2
day aw bethowt me	2
afoor aw get done	2
maath when aw sed	2
trust in the lord	2
as aw do ivery	2
fowk called him awr	2
then clasping to my	2
poor owd heart ud	2
throw daan awr tackle	2
sich a maath at	2
drove to callington fair	2
he wor willin to	2
to him stuck wor	2
fooil if he fails	2
tha shall freely share	2
maks a gaumless muff	2
it matter if truth	2
aw think it is	2
tha knows ha to	2
offered up a prayer	2
when he heeard ther	2
begs him to tell	2
aw wonder ha tha	2
for it seems life	2
did nowt but laff	2
may be awr fortun	2
yo did unto me	2
gooin to sink thi	2
weel off after all	2
rest on joyful breast	2
sin to be idle	2
won a lady fair	2
becoss a beetle past	2
he comes luk breet	2
noa bed nor noa	2
dialect poetry in yorkshire	2
me rayther too thrang	2
aw sank beside it	2
as if her heart	2
her heaven sent new	2
picturs enuff for a	2
to bury yor neive	2
day after day my	2
like to be turned	2
and sooin mi ear	2
wor prized moor nor	2
sofas aw think hauf	2
us howd thi hand	2
be unto the fatherless	2
tell yo if yo	2
still wears a smile	2
doctors wi ther craft	2
feel cheered like me	2
am it saands as	2
death had left so	2
if tha be dooin	2
dialect is that of	2
lend to the lord	2
he heeard ther patterin	2
shoo prest him near	2
aw gave his hand	2
better times to come	2
to fancy what sooart	2
wol rags may rest	2
reform begins at hooam	2
goa an leave me	2
watch for hissen the	2
mich brass as aw	2
clooas are nowt but	2
but mi poor heart	2
is still to keep	2
be aght for a	2
then he cast his	2
a charm tak twea	2
still shall mak me	2
aw fancied aw could	2
aw fettle mi kitchen	2
weel off as to	2
if its a trifle	2
net for ther suns	2
come back to the	2
are mooast ready to	2
us as they skim	2
nawther billy nor his	2
be monny a better	2
gradely chap wor uncle	2
sooin mi ear caught	2
as we pass along	2
weaste maks weasome want	2
costs mich less nor	2
wide up yonder zunny	2
fair emily ov yarrow	2
seave wer sowls fra	2
sometimes to a meal	2
help to mak new	2
spend a happy hour	2
up of ifs and	2
hie thy way wum	2
still should be fearless	2
the glad new year	2
push a poor little	2
the beginning of the	2
poor fowk mun put	2
but at last he	2
be when sich as	2
pray what mun become	2
sighed a sad farewell	2
hear nowt noa moor	2
my days in oben	2
we all may be	2
to some spot where	2
tha at last may	2
still true to nell	2
strugglin to pool throo	2
when tha tells what	2
two young babby burds	2
want nowt but what	2
tha con hardly call	2
it was an humble	2
a workin chap like	2
ther flows a little	2
shoo sighed a sad	2
mun have een at	2
may pass yo harmless	2
aw know her heead	2
once wor nowt noa	2
banks of the calder	2
she needs not me	2
be loved for raiment	2
when aw may lig	2
awr hearts can be	2
con fresh troubles spring	2
it whistles to the	2
when a chap gets	2
then run of hooam	2
the whole day drough	2
long chawk moor ner	2
as fine a young	2
aw mean my share	2
frolic wod prove a	2
till at last we	2
ligg thear to be	2
still lives on in	2
buy be careful what	2
allus true to thee	2
iver held a rifle	2
voices float sweetly throo	2
if aw wor free	2
things as theas to	2
ha pale her little	2
fair when my poor	2
a gooid kursmiss day	2
an that quite alters	2
noa coat ov arms	2
ha been a crockadile	2
for somewhear cloise on	2
ony faith in his	2
awr choice lains to	2
labor is a passport	2
but the cause aw	2
craans may pass as	2
in your heart yo	2
black as mi shoe	2
up his brocken stuff	2
for those bonny rooasy	2
behind him sich a	2
but at last aw	2
aw saw him kuss	2
just aw live for	2
then has him carried	2
there be sorrow here	2
lives on in the	2
but if aw ax	2
they find they cannot	2
to tell us keep	2
wor unknown to fear	2
cheeks noa tears are	2
decided this mansion to	2
towt a lesson to	2
a little humble cot	2
zit down and cry	2
prevent us from strivin	2
spendin ther time at	2
in moonlight on the	2
mich to see tha	2
they been ooinion thi	2
you mid be sure	2
wor treating her to	2
ther own to cawer	2
to play all sooarts	2
have to tew for	2
deeath cannot even spare	2
when all the world	2
throo day to day	2
all varry apt to	2
grieved to think noa	2
heap ov horse manure	2
ought to weigh a	2
sich a rate wol	2
coom hooam agean sin	2
if muck in a	2
but here at hooam	2
but aw thowt awd	2
saw me every day	2
what the pipes are	2
brother is a lazy	2
whom a youth and	2
allus mark misen content	2
next day he browt	2
heart as free throo	2
say boldly what they	2
back oh pity mi	2
what lessons are laid	2
hae nowt but a	2
mak her hooam thear	2
worn sin aw wor	2
think sooapsuds agree weel	2
wi treatment sich as	2
ta been to leearn	2
mi ear but greets	2
aw can treat mi	2
the whip did smack	2
high in social position	2
tenderly shoo tuckt him	2
listen to my creed	2
awm havin a smook	2
if aw can see	2
as black as jet	2
a green spot where	2
last neet wor one	2
put oot your horn	2
sent here to bless	2
it suits me moor	2
a crusty wife forget	2
then give me that	2
too at sich a	2
as soft as spun	2
he smothered a sigh	2
black morocco dog that	2
cosy bed to rest	2
at last to say	2
niver find a heart	2
to set daan yor	2
druffen chap his fill	2
did goo the mill	2
tha saw me every	2
but he who promised	2
they tried all ways	2
aw think hauf a	2
ov all other things	2
be content to live	2
bullets may pass yo	2
loin where all wor	2
to pay for what	2
mich as to say	2
if clooas made a	2
vrom tongue to tongue	2
although her face we	2
troubled us to walk	2
been my luck to	2
the hearts of the	2
seek a joy to	2
aw dooant think meant	2
said his sister had	2
throo ther streets noa	2
me a little humble	2
off to his wark	2
chonce to hear tell	2
like thease caress one	2
sarvents at her call	2
gooid to ligg thear	2
produce a gooid clooath	2
as if it had	2
throo raand and square	2
grocer ommost lost his	2
fist wor fully two	2
to piecen up his	2
if ever thou gavest	2
to the morning just	2
the bride of a	2
sooin awr pet wod	2
deed withaat a nooatice	2
ud braik but just	2
let me be content	2
jesus when aw get	2
my arms by turns	2
wor baan to start	2
spirits worse bi far	2
met wi stormy days	2
mi little doy until	2
like a fooil all	2
way into this chist	2
come fill up thi	2
aw con fresh troubles	2
like it or net	2
it to be a	2
awm sure it must	2
pig must be a	2
if you should chance	2
soa peter gate a	2
shall find in a	2
the sobbing of a	2
will ta ha me	2
began askin my wife	2
notes to lead some	2
has not been sed	2
the sweeper and thieves	2
we should nooan on	2
do come to us	2
its net ther beauties	2
thi mammy says us	2
comes to see us	2
afoor shoo can alter	2
a wiser one has	2
harvest home and the	2
find they cannot get	2
wod have but little	2
for fear mi heart	2
aw see noa reason	2
luck upon my zide	2
in a little cosy	2
poor as a maase	2
as if aw can	2
is it wins mooast	2
a chap mun be	2
wipe thi wet face	2
see tha freeats abaat	2
please let me pass	2
her voice wor like	2
it saands as if	2
plad across thi breast	2
awm hawf inclined to	2
lot ud be a	2
sank upon my bended	2
i do love noo	2
specimens of the yorkshire	2
keep a lot cleean	2
if aw manage to	2
and now if you	2
whose wants are small	2
hundreds goa thowtlessly by	2
mun wander on alooan	2
to see thi own	2
detarmined aw wod try	2
tha taks a deal	2
get on varry weel	2
for he heeard it	2
your money or your	2
limbs throo neet to	2
or should chonce to	2
all the happy souls	2
as brave a lad	2
hear his deein sarmon	2
below the lofty row	2
prized soa dear at	2
for bobby burns tells	2
to win the day	2
wod yo bawk a	2
aw must be a	2
goa away till they	2
lucky thisen tha shall	2
good friday rist thy	2
aw con truly say	2
as he spake his	2
sooitill owes me eighteen	2
men wor wise to	2
aw am it saands	2
sich a wife as	2
joys to cherish may	2
say ther is one	2
flaars smile at mi	2
may be greasy and	2
of the cleveland hills	2
an taen away her	2
poor old man is	2
johnny seemed as brave	2
it wor a wopper	2
love noo tree so	2
saxton wor shovin in	2
tak nowt as a	2
that you be now	2
hints on dorset word	2
may net be thi	2
saw owt soa grand	2
taks a deal less	2
wi spreeadin boughs aboon	2
a sin to grieve	2
as what it is	2
heard last neet wor	2
what wor his surprise	2
cloise to me in	2
his face when he	2
lets for fifty a	2
for aw want nowt	2
aw to live to	2
sin it coom day	2
can treat mi old	2
fowk luk forrard to	2
net fit to be	2
dooant think meant me	2
if tha con pass	2
varry sooin awr pet	2
he owt to know	2
an omen blest is	2
with the furst drops	2
sooin as he could	2
they miss troubles as	2
child glances timidly raand	2
even tho aw fail	2
dear folly to forsake	2
that alone aw feel	2
do like the best	2
years have rolled away	2
you mun mak a	2
as pick after pick	2
mony a time goan	2
clooas to luk ovver	2
pass yo harmless by	2
yo if yo asked	2
this last maks five	2
what aw can mean	2
had supped enuff to	2
aw shall goa hooam	2
one thowt still shall	2
that lot aw hardly	2
aw can help to	2
or does ta allus	2
some fowk they tawk	2
see thi pratty face	2
but nawther billy nor	2
tha knows aw shall	2
tell my old lass	2
on the cliff top	2
freeats abaat yon lad	2
as breet for me	2
cause aw dar hardly	2
quite as old as	2
he can to cheer	2
mind ha to act	2
ud thoughtless mell even	2
aw know its net	2
man in the vield	2
by his pocket or	2
warm meal in a	2
for one like me	2
been kept in a	2
but thear shoo is	2
wor up a loin	2
noa owner coom to	2
maid lead tenderly along	2
world withaat brass could	2
little thowt ha varry	2
although thi fate be	2
please us as they	2
a rayther unpleasant affair	2
but one lot rush	2
time do dreve me	2
let fowk tak mi	2
his darlin had it	2
bosom feel as mich	2
on the banks of	2
crow like booastin cock	2
vor all ov us	2
aw love to walk	2
sit daan to get	2
as mich stuff to	2
thi heart be glad	2
to what is true	2
or riches improved a	2
reminds me ov a	2
by giving her a	2
at sich a rate	2
heaved a sigh between	2
hear a voice whisper	2
they may screen thee	2
he sed shoo wor	2
rest may be little	2
off a tear as	2
the rwose did deck	2
buckle to awr wark	2
as mich consarn for	2
is in her tantrums	2
but if they thus	2
leavin to providence all	2
sich is not ther	2
fast what to do	2
could do wor to	2
stroked his curly head	2
plan if we can	2
do a bit for	2
aw wor pleased when	2
tha may weel goa	2
from dark spots free	2
moor his cheek soa	2
like her hap ta	2
brains to find what	2
as we goa throo	2
beside them four bairns	2
beeast had been fed	2
to neet they keep	2
i have chosen the	2
to lend money to	2
as black as mi	2
humour from his popular	2
little black hand he	2
is ther some pairty	2
if tha bears net	2
an toil to share	2
has turned to heaven	2
frolic to live for	2
as mortal can be	2
after pick follows time	2
her smile coom like	2
cloise up this side	2
thi heart as free	2
ov his natur to	2
thear in his little	2
the other side of	2
set in some quiet	2
a bonny to do	2
net some regret for	2
noa reason why we	2
so gallant and free	2
a chap has a	2
supped enuff to turn	2
as pleased as punch	2
run like a man	2
care for a chap	2
the zight ov her	2
ther beaks soa wide	2
must be a prize	2
by little endeavours to	2
before your brains i	2
light upon the vloor	2
then licked him clean	2
forced to leave behind	2
her cheeks noa tears	2
me pillow mi heead	2
gooid enuff for me	2
mooar inclined to stay	2
dooant touch my bonny	2
width of a street	2
wor livin soa near	2
from strivin by little	2
pig had mizzled too	2
neighbor left em to	2
the pillor ov our	2
went wrang to mend	2
little girl off the	2
gie me a wife	2
at the fowd at	2
a wife should be	2
a pitiful case when	2
on the floor was	2
where wealth wor worshipped	2
we little thowt ha	2
he mun point his	2
ther suns soa breet	2
for he loved to	2
net baan to throw	2
an owd man into	2
free to please mi	2
i was a boy	2
hall lets for fifty	2
fear to spoil ther	2
height wor four foot	2
he hears the little	2
a better spread table	2
three childer at hooam	2
burial fees to pay	2
been sich a tender	2
to seek ony nook	2
smile when forkin aght	2
yo in a minit	2
just then a whisper	2
fawkes day a stick	2
keep it reight squat	2
third seemed to sicken	2
the yorkshire horse dealers	2
us all can tell	2
the publication of his	2
or a shelter to	2
there i shall find	2
the woone vor my	2
knew what that bonnet	2
wor honest men lived	2
was a lad in	2
a little country taan	2
god bless yo wi	2
it is aw hear	2
love had proved untrue	2
floor was sat a	2
then see what lessons	2
coil hoil last neet	2
aw seem nah as	2
to see thee safe	2
should turn up by	2
his maath when aw	2
they had no need	2
tells ov breeter weather	2
aw hardly can see	2
gooin to a happier	2
only warm meal in	2
edited by nattie nidds	2
anthology of yorkshire dialect	2
they lived to feight	2
corner there stood an	2
are the years that	2
we may goa to	2
was standing open wide	2
all other things perish	2
if one on us	2
cloise up to his	2
sin tha went away	2
saw at her face	2
shop windows to stare	2
as yo need see	2
a plad across thi	2
are times aw pity	2
think its lowerin to	2
kittereen drove to callington	2
at last he finds	2
to mi wark throo	2
tear just glistened in	2
seldom he can stick	2
be as nobby as	2
things wor different once	2
close of the eighteenth	2
a varry bonny lass	2
throo all mi friends	2
back ground of rich	2
to smooth his deeath	2
vrom day to day	2
chap wod have but	2
for me as them	2
advise me to do	2
enuff for a show	2
pray for them and	2
for her winnin ways	2
fill of its pleasures	2
should chonce to hear	2
too bold to flee	2
hears the little sparrows	2
blow of the first	2
our dicky sailed away	2
as iver held a	2
joa sooitill owes me	2
arms like thease caress	2
a scamp if he	2
the birds sang out	2
wer good enough woonce	2
if i had all	2
them to my humble	2
little softheead to goa	2
have still noa cause	2
luks moor like a	2
hear what the pipes	2
paddled hooam at neet	2
griefs wor beginnin to	2
as smooth as a	2
aw might be as	2
but he wor takken	2
little belly shall be	2
the mwost ov all	2
young billy bumble bowt	2
after that they went	2
seems to have been	2
dooant know what he	2
but love to gie	2
we can scorn the	2
fain to come in	2
ther wor nooan sich	2
brain ud crack if	2
words he spake sank	2
wor gettin rayther mazy	2
clooas on his back	2
day a letter came	2
the little volume which	2
if aw should see	2
upon their hands depend	2
rove below the lark	2
but shut up awr	2
to pay what aw	2
with his little black	2
souls may be lost	2
but he clutches it	2
last lot wor gooan	2
i heard the sobbing	2
wear mi lonely lot	2
but ther charms all	2
for a mich smaller	2
aw want is a	2
spot to stand in	2
left it wol he	2
yorkshire dialogue between an	2
have a little looad	2
gold should blind us	2
if to see what	2
tear roll daan mi	2
as white as a	2
raand on the throng	2
i was yorkshire too	2
we each do awr	2
me in a bit	2
same thing tother wick	2
that sneakin and bendin	2
aw can nah have	2
whear tha wor born	2
aw love mi old	2
bezide her glossy head	2
if besides mi hooam	2
still aw strive to	2
ov the multitude who	2
but little for thi	2
happen could get on	2
ther trappins all shinin	2
joy should spring for	2
an soa we can	2
young fella tha wor	2
for blessins on owd	2
thi maister reckons up	2
i do goo vor	2
press hands so lily	2
feelins noa mortal can	2
soa weel be loved	2
love that i do	2
but nooan sich men	2
the little sparrows chirp	2
tha goes to wark	2
wanted thee to pay	2
let us do what	2
shall have varry little	2
the first place in	2
aw hear fowk tawk	2
ventur in a den	2
brick may miss its	2
connot love thee altogether	2
it ommust mud be	2
fully two pund weight	2
where is my johnnie	2
face when he heeard	2
goan to mi wark	2
to ligg thear to	2
me when we get	2
then soft shoo whispered	2
if to goa in	2
pot ov us own	2
in the second edition	2
its dust forms a	2
yor sen to ax	2
like skulkin lads away	2
banks he sat to	2
wealth wor worshipped less	2
wol life is mine	2
booath day an neet	2
round the year new	2
bumble bowt a pig	2
in a snug little	2
to see grand ladies	2
that it will be	2
walkin aat one neet	2
those bonny rooasy lips	2
it gains fowk invitations	2
ov a friday all	2
poor fowk away uncared	2
else by an by	2
till the wheels did	2
hopes at last to	2
face but shoo wor	2
in happy days when	2
that way to me	2
next time we meet	2
aw live in a	2
lost that lass i	2
saw yo walkin aat	2
look down the grove	2
the river don the	2
bezide a zummer hedge	2
but nooan at lispt	2
turnin up her cunnin	2
when they took away	2
moor sich as thee	2
the cream of wit	2
hooam ov her own	2
childer all gaped raand	2
cows do swing their	2
warp comes throo heaven	2
mi brain ud crack	2
to which is added	2
little country taan a	2
to tew for thee	2
if his heart yet	2
mun keep a sharp	2
went shoo allus cries	2
an if it is	2
handle ov his spade	2
smile at troubles sich	2
ony nook we could	2
snowt wor just as	2
be loved noa more	2
to goa buy be	2
us do what we	2
heart has felt well	2
put thi hand upon	2
fotch us chaps away	2
throo neet to commin	2
noa bed to lig	2
some cracked a joak	2
his rest may be	2
too quick vor zight	2
when forkin aght mi	2
that chap the best	2
claads have slunk like	2
sun in april shaars	2
seer all ther places	2
that deep grave newly	2
look down upon a	2
mun mak a skealmaisther	2
a peasant is bullied	2
thi een luk as	2
detarmined to scribble away	2
promised to guide us	2
whistles to the storm	2
noa mortal can contend	2
aw confess aw dunnot	2
what little here aw	2
same muck wod smell	2
burns tells me tha	2
jockey then went an	2
peace and happiness pervaded	2
peawt thi lip like	2
a place in the	2
another of a joy	2
find others war nor	2
better nor his song	2
went to her rest	2
sing it hush a	2
be a warm en	2
moor warm beat under	2
but happiness despises walls	2
threedin his way along	2
saw her laid to	2
townsman rudely push a	2
to meet a lass	2
rayther hear a robin	2
the floor of the	2
music as it gooas	2
leearn to smile at	2
a hawbuck like thee	2
be as deead as	2
ifs and of buts	2
thy trill fly back	2
wiped up his tears	2
on us like to	2
as if muck in	2
wor soa nicely done	2
fill up thi pipe	2
bare wor his feet	2
time aw should come	2
in an old leaky	2
then bendin cloise daan	2
the floor was sat	2
in the year he	2
power to aid those	2
tempted to goa buy	2
ha painfully shoo drags	2
if aw love my	2
a chap rushes in	2
nowt costs mich less	2
sich hard times as	2
men wor valued moor	2
heart to be kind	2
an to her heart	2
diamonds as he walks	2
thing we all may	2
did use vor to	2
he finds courage to	2
ov her tiny feet	2
is it gains him	2
to her heart shoo	2
mucky clooas to doff	2
but they say ther	2
promised aw should be	2
here we coom a	2
his little white brat	2
did that gentleman tak	2
zong ov harvest hwome	2
the garden of pan	2
chap mun be like	2
stone stands up to	2
petherick i often lay	2
one truth they may	2
souls to be aght	2
chuckle and flatter hissel	2
his trust in his	2
a reight to luk	2
heeard it geen aght	2
tell him to cut	2
he may chuckle and	2
which her wings soa	2
to that varry same	2
wol five paand is	2
for aw felt varry	2
world wol tha stays	2
quiet yo niver can	2
god aboon us all	2
when seemingly mooast fair	2
time will soon be	2
mi old tried friends	2
here waitin his call	2
ther hearts are cleean	2
flown like a burd	2
now if you should	2
an heed what aw	2
sooin as aw coom	2
taan to mi wark	2
its tender notes to	2
tha knows pay when	2
strife may allus mak	2
this world seems as	2
his stand at that	2
should we slight another	2
life is mine it	2
cheerin news tha brings	2
it gets its share	2
sing this plain unmistakable	2
niver quit my winder	2
wisest thing to do	2
tha munnot think to	2
duty to mi naybor	2
wor once a man	2
mi wife stood by	2
give me that honest	2
once in a little	2
for her bonny face	2
varry near finished wi	2
me and my merry	2
seem niver at rest	2
coom to claim her	2
one thing we all	2
ivy dressed its walls	2
him on his way	2
aw dooant want a	2
a pot ov us	2
but he stuck to	2
could tell us true	2
although it may be	2
time do bring the	2
a smile or a	2
keep thi heart as	2
sowt some shade to	2
tuckt him in a	2
her grief to smother	2
we to lie a	2
day that christ was	2
nor it does to	2
sin ther lot ud	2
tears had made me	2
caanted rib bi rib	2
if we think awr	2
sure at its safe	2
if shoo happened to	2
try to niver heed	2
sith joys to glad	2
and on the floor	2
he went his mucky	2
had a scythe hung	2
should like to know	2
connot forshame to lift	2
wheels did rottle round	2
throo life we hurry	2
on in the hearts	2
but oft fowk say	2
no daat to find	2
youngens like her hap	2
a zong ov harvest	2
aw love my bairns	2
aw turn neet into	2
blow over the hill	2
spared to weather throo	2
would give me power	2
comes hooam to his	2
it him last lovefeast	2
his natur to grumble	2
wor most anxious to	2
clearly on my ear	2
sticks to what is	2
wod ta have me	2
made to press hands	2
whose falsehood has caused	2
coit on his back	2
ther are times aw	2
seek for comfort when	2
the wheels spun swiftly	2
strict sense of the	2
shall be glad to	2
foamin wave in an	2
to rest mi limbs	2
a black coit on	2
to throw withaat a	2
as rich as me	2
falsehood has caused all	2
yor own comforts be	2
the late professor skeat	2
wor owt in him	2
moor nor owt else	2
as if to see	2
geen a ear off	2
think if tha could	2
nor envied me mi	2
keep mi conscience clear	2
an thear it wor	2
all gaped raand as	2
man still should be	2
on good friday rist	2
aw used to watch	2
be a penny a	2
i pray for them	2
all in a blaze	2
left em to thersen	2
fast as tha can	2
allus say what yo	2
all ther pleasur is	2
soa sweet and strong	2
when one fine day	2
varry near to the	2
we have still noa	2
faith in his brother	2
true reform begins at	2
us from strivin by	2
wakken to find at	2
moor welcome to a	2
amang his other things	2
just to cook him	2
mich gooid we can	2
fix his trust in	2
see what hundreds goa	2
to a time when	2
if we should meet	2
that bonnet had cost	2
heeard ther patterin feet	2
slept noa war for	2
it gave a grunt	2
three shillin its lost	2
bears net some regret	2
slade wor theear as	2
thowt ha varry sooin	2
then his shinin knife	2
chap ov his desire	2
kiss yor lily agean	2
friends began askin my	2
morn to neet they	2
net send him empty	2
one hinge for support	2
but went to guard	2
ommost daat it too	2
donned ther neet caps	2
wife knows all abaat	2
aw felt mooast sad	2
turn neet into day	2
welcome it when all	2
awve oft felt a	2
squire mid have a	2
to mak a skealmaisther	2
been dreamin one day	2
woll aw felt aw	2
to win her smile	2
behind us all awr	2
to bring one on	2
his little curls wor	2
thrive throo morn to	2
girt elem tree out	2
the beck george h	2
and do you remember	2
merry men may have	2
but not bring mother	2
what do you want	2
wor fallin soa thickly	2
yo go withaat supper	2
gie me a pipe	2
varry deeal to do	2
chap may be deep	2
coom like a sunny	2
could tempt her nah	2
drove from callington fair	2
it ought to weigh	2
noa happiness when aw	2
stood just opposite his	2
the second half of	2
but if tha buys	2
ther daddy does the	2
tha freeats abaat yon	2
if yo want a	2
troubles sich as thine	2
stared like two geese	2
workin chap like me	2
when all at once	2
tongues they seem niver	2
day varry near to	2
girl off the pavement	2
again smote clearly on	2
a chap con nobbut	2
aw think if tha	2
find a chap summat	2
use to us at	2
nor aw can do	2
to put sich stooaries	2
noa use to us	2
work ov that little	2
hidden from the eye	2
born as pure as	2
carriage went rattlin past	2
act upon if ever	2
when we see thi	2
who sticks to what	2
time to have a	2
coaxingly i led them	2
give you anything for	2
he clutches it fast	2
word brings ther sweet	2
awd hat thomas blackah	2
toil mi efforts to	2
day aw wor born	2
wi a varry deeal	2
thirsty vampires if they	2
the fair held at	2
gentle spring draws near	2
coom to tell me	2
his clooas wor thin	2
mi best to hap	2
striving to soothe his	2
him to cut aght	2
was an humble cottage	2
thine tha thinks soa	2
gie me a friend	2
all tha mun knaw	2
in the following year	2
life has a mother	2
pig wor to be	2
aw like better nor	2
aw find at aw	2
play where flowers grow	2
awst be better when	2
he could hardly bide	2
seemed sent to cheer	2
aw may lig daan	2
to see luxury rife	2
stuck to mi arm	2
but thease tears aw	2
it saanded sweet to	2
me to rouse her	2
sich a seet at	2
be better when spring	2
furst day aw went	2
thowt still shall mak	2
moighty hurry to get	2
hissen the work ov	2
may god shield thee	2
and bask in the	2
mi darts an me	2
wild hyacinths by post	2
they owt to be	2
may envy thee above	2
went daan ov its	2
me varry mich to	2
loss is hard to	2
an caught her as	2
to please mi mind	2
aw knew they thowt	2
log awd put on	2
watch her ivery day	2
feel a tear roll	2
soa sweet a mess	2
each bit ov a	2
what john wer a	2
let daycent lasses alooan	2
if they dar molest	2
if yo could see	2
to get a sop	2
a loin where all	2
wark to its end	2
all to noa avail	2
a tear drop fall	2
what he can get	2
little ens as dear	2
but just harken to	2
owner coom to claim	2
sich as thee shall	2
as thease if aw	2
a waggon stood just	2
net by his pocket	2
can scorn the thirsty	2
us faces wor all	2
christmas i wish you	2
nobbut goin to meet	2
at this day fowk	2
love and pie j	2
we blushed wol us	2
one fine day a	2
loved me soa true	2
like to hear hard	2
at lispt like her	2
when aw hear thi	2
in among the boughs	2
fancied aw could spy	2
be able to bury	2
had a darlin lad	2
help me to rouse	2
clooas may be greasy	2
vrom mill to mill	2
to fit up a	2
tha could spaik thi	2
mak me a queen	2
has been a sorry	2
place in our anthology	2
seemed longin to goa	2
think it luks a	2
change her grand estate	2
hall wor as cleean	2
her grand estate for	2
me one moor christmas	2
meet me wi a	2
have passed through the	2
dew swimmin within a	2
whativer wor ta doin	2
to wipe thi phiz	2
a chap ov his	2
be seen runnin still	2
little here aw need	2
will give you anything	2
you a merry kessenmas	2
muck wod smell in	2
been ov a sundy	2
are laid out anent	2
understand unknown to me	2
it seems life maks	2
soa quietly at rest	2
bless thi belly lass	2
deal nearer heaven nur	2
shoo shook her heead	2
a blessin dropt throo	2
may pass as payment	2
marked her with his	2
mi back oh pity	2
little endeavours to climb	2
too numerous to name	2
love mi old tried	2
from the bustling throng	2
aid those children in	2
be some sunny weather	2
shut up awr pussy	2
but its net ther	2
yet i was yorkshire	2
if aw tell him	2
content if tha be	2
how proud wer i	2
been lucky thisen tha	2
a face has turned	2
to a young lass	2
the wensleydale lad anonymous	2
raand her cot at	2
aw wor nobbut a	2
but still he wor	2
as thee shall have	2
of the first rude	2
see thi dappled wings	2
grieves me varry mich	2
you was a boy	2
him in a little	2
foot eight or nine	2
wish gooid luck to	2
him to tell him	2
help refuse to rise	2
wod ta advise me	2
aw should be his	2
or tell a story	2
ud be a warm	2
he whispered a word	2
a maase made its	2
ov all aw strive	2
song of the snow	2
aw cant help but	2
then up he jumped	2
vice seems to run	2
keep a soul alive	2
made up of ifs	2
the use which is	2
walks along his rooad	2
i wer up a	2
the new house a	2
made a fortun for	2
coom upon a seet	2
to be praad on	2
a bonny yorksher taan	2
breast when passin fowk	2
are nowt but rags	2
all ther time to	2
i heard the woeful	2
aw wear a gingham	2
others boast ther bit	2
how providence do bring	2
riches cannot buy content	2
me have met befoor	2
years her grief to	2
his face wor red	2
be kind enough to	2
tha does thi duty	2
strive to do mi	2
just room for another	2
come throo pudsey here	2
keep us far apart	2
all wor lost ith	2
care for sich a	2
shoo drags her tired	2
wor thin an old	2
all we could do	2
fowk do withaat mi	2
to get for a	2
that made us caant	2
another seemed longin to	2
baght stockins or shoes	2
love to thee behind	2
at aw hardly can	2
try to find a	2
an old stone well	2
all at once he	2
to hear what things	2
struggle may be pinnin	2
noo might under heaven	2
kept in a fuss	2
upon a seet soa	2
but it whistles to	2
do zing their zong	2
leearn to talk like	2
in his use of	2
shoo puts her dolly	2
pet wod have to	2
but connot mak her	2
but if aw tell	2
times aw pity some	2
live unless tha saw	2
aw wor praad ov	2
though time do dreve	2
net be soa monny	2
sez to meself now	2
to know the history	2
bring sich things as	2
caps me moor ner	2
a cosy bed to	2
still do all the	2
me to sit bi	2
what squire mid have	2
odd pint or two	2
he tried to say	2
may be late arrivin	2
he scorn that little	2
till you do come	2
he told their mournful	2
heed what aw say	2
power to do has	2
i took them to	2
how time do bring	2
west riding during the	2
aw tried to get	2
to aid him in	2
what aw con fresh	2
as year crept after	2
white roads up athirt	2
which had left its	2
to sink thi mother	2
an thear stands braforth	2
whip did crack on	2
rate wol mi owd	2
aw chonced to meet	2
give me just one	2
aw bethowt me to	2
oft hide behind some	2
grew bonny green trees	2
below a cloudless sky	2
heart forgets thee not	2
me sich as aw	2
little curls wor drippin	2
to catch thee unawares	2
heart shoo prest him	2
aw waited to hear	2
they boldly made a	2
when he hissen wor	2
can there be sorrow	2
ten fingers to thumbs	2
shall greet thi ear	2
give up this wish	2
we shall celebrate kursmiss	2
by his merit be	2
know at ther fortuns	2
who would heed the	2
aw try bi honest	2
a rum lot as	2
always dear to me	2
long to know the	2
place in this collection	2
that lad with his	2
then aw stood beside	2
wol us faces wor	2
for awm nooan baan	2
schooil owes us hauf	2
under silk or lace	2
within his heart wor	2
kept vrom harm by	2
hour or two at	2
booath on us con	2
a joy sich as	2
nor haddle a fortun	2
lord must be wiser	2
to spoil ther little	2
thoughts in winter time	2
cuddled to mi breast	2
happy as tha art	2
to be seen in	2
to come to them	2
had made me strong	2
if shoo wants her	2
cheer further back for	2
inclined to tak thee	2
a shame had tha	2
allus dress that rate	2
as black could be	2
in a volume entitled	2
made us caant six	2
madman change his whim	2
but failed to see	2
as my steps wor	2
does ta trust sich	2
hard times as thease	2
what is her cause	2
things they find they	2
but dooant spaik a	2
should ha been a	2
yor neive up to	2
hand upon thi heart	2
nah mi love is	2
noa foeman dar to	2
to do it oft	2
be a thousand times	2
what have you a	2
sure it must be	2
does ta think aw	2
as he looks up	2
sugar for it too	2
voice whisper at partin	2
as he starts for	2
blushed wol us faces	2
not high nor low	2
julius caesar made a	2
then should we slight	2
on at neet but	2
sally made a pudden	2
her tired limbs to	2
nah fills her heart	2
moor nor all else	2
wol others think to	2
jenny went to meet	2
this world wor made	2
dunnot luk soa sad	2
two or three minits	2
it all wor done	2
tha bonny little pooasy	2
point mi owd clogs	2
ther wor noa slain	2
he kissed her tear	2
a blacksmith to fit	2
such as we niver	2
it luks a shame	2
what ther wor left	2
while the whip did	2
as yo may easy	2
we nah are like	2
a eve to adam	2
bid false hopes farewell	2
aw try to be	2
upon the knap alwone	2
tha knew noa happiness	2
his mother is sickly	2
friends have proved untrue	2
last he finds courage	2
a claat is noa	2
some troubles hem him	2
at last one said	2
poverty noa moor should	2
is it gains fowk	2
when poverty noa moor	2
awm a handsom chap	2
but as on throo	2
a monday aw start	2
for fifty a year	2
should nooan on us	2
it as sure as	2
some sugar for it	2
contentedly aw chime mi	2
heeard sich a tale	2
like a sunny gleam	2
ear but greets mi	2
let nowt prevent us	2
that i might as	2
then drooped his heead	2
thus goa on to	2
aw shall be glad	2
tears aw cannot stay	2
able to walk along	2
but bit bi bit	2
wor whiteweshers coom in	2
man by his merit	2
chap wor uncle ben	2
is to be mother	2
within a wild flaar	2
he heeard a voice	2
winds rush madly raand	2
in the dialect of	2
a honest hard worker	2
finished wi allus been	2
yo dunnot mean to	2
have a spree to	2
that dream aw should	2
found a place in	2
ax her to be	2
coom in a drove	2
larks sing as sweetly	2
for varry little brass	2
the tall trees formed	2
aw wod try his	2
do as others do	2
humble as humble could	2
dooant think its lowerin	2
mun leearn to tak	2
us show to foreign	2
aw crept off to	2
raand and square they	2
to lift up his	2
hooam to toil on	2
in the light of	2
they happen to call	2
like a snow drift	2
hard poor billy persevered	2
aw thowt if they	2
just to seer all	2
in spring or fall	2
shall celebrate kursmiss to	2
woll mi galluses braik	2
they wor little better	2
knew who to get	2
niver felt till then	2
envied me mi little	2
een luk as red	2
will be found a	2
nobbut do as others	2
receiving a bunch of	2
long does ta trust	2
buzzards wor a flying	2
if we lack comfort	2
women may be loved	2
the wheels did truckle	2
he once fell asleep	2
prized moor nor owt	2
up his stand at	2
let wark goa to	2
the fowd at the	2
know the history of	2
an ecologue thomas browne	2
little childer ov his	2
do they call thi	2
then dooant forget the	2
tired limbs to some	2
just as they pleease	2
a neighbor chap saw	2
wor willin to feight	2
a moment on the	2
gitten on his lang	2
niver tuk noa nooatice	2
save a wee bit	2
aw heeard a funny	2
better to be dead	2
her with his seal	2
for weel tha knows	2
a good six mile	2
malice in his kindest	2
day he browt a	2
us all awr pomp	2
aw care net for	2
for a chap to	2
to touch thy greasy	2
putting us to bed	2
thease youngens are to	2
nowt prevent us from	2
but tha niver tuk	2
as weel as he	2
when putting us to	2
owd lass likes it	2
all in a mooild	2
when i took my	2
sin daddy went shoo	2
for thine and thee	2
a mother ommust blind	2
for a wiser one	2
daan to get mi	2
sich things as theas	2
we do or say	2
sound again smote clearly	2
rest his weary shanks	2
neet wor one bi	2
have varry little to	2
but aw shut up	2
nor for her bonny	2
able to work aght	2
yo could see her	2
thy little belly shall	2
like it better still	2
noa moor to see	2
in petherick i often	2
what little aw have	2
task wor yet to	2
tha buys sich things	2
ha could aw welcome	2
if yo set an	2
fine fowk tha knows	2
een luk red like	2
braik but just aw	2
its a trifle long	2
munnot think to keep	2
that sentence shall fall	2
her face grew pale	2
awr pet wod have	2
ov a sundy to	2
reight to luk daan	2
mi feelins noa mortal	2
on startling a rabbit	2
they stared like two	2
we throw daan awr	2
aw connot say farewell	2
he browt a butcher	2
capt no daat to	2
noabdy moor welcome nor	2
we see thi dappled	2
till next time we	2
for its but an	2
seeks whom to devour	2
tha had a scythe	2
prints ov her tiny	2
mean to tell to	2
added the cream of	2
and should fate fraan	2
to listen to my	2
we think awr lot	2
comfort when cast daan	2
to see thi pratty	2
the kittereen drove from	2
let me pillow mi	2
wheels went swiftly round	2
wor like a feather	2
mi duty to mi	2
haddle as mich brass	2
dry up thi peepies	2
wor a day when	2
to be soa sour	2
our road vrom the	2
thisen tha shall share	2
the history of the	2
fortuns being thowtlessly wasted	2
his arm araand thi	2
moor to a honest	2
the down at meldonley	2
day a stick and	2
chime mi simple ditty	2
pig may be seen	2
they took her hooam	2
want yo to do	2
by the late professor	2
an aw strive to	2
soft as spun silk	2
trouble comes to thee	2
to live to be	2
to watch her ivery	2
think to keep a	2
we brought ye drough	2
her hap ta dee	2
to be a varry	2
as white as snow	2
a silk top hat	2
nowt but ill luck	2
schooil to leearn to	2
it gooid to ligg	2
but if a chonce	2
own to cawer under	2
across a meadow newly	2
if i wer sure	2
goa give it yond	2
baan to cause her	2
aw wish they wor	2
get other bad ways	2
wor some little nook	2
to stay wi treatment	2
had to put up	2
to the bare bane	2
some little nook snug	2
inclined to think sometimes	2
a voice cry out	2
grief by giving her	2
find a brighter track	2
nor what thease youngens	2
things too heigh for	2
taen away her heart	2
to seave wer sowls	2