This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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38565 | Do n''t''ee cry did un say? 38565 HOW BE''EE, ME DEEAR?" |
38565 | How be''ee, me deear? |
38565 | WHAT HAVE''EE CATCHED? |
38565 | What have''ee catched, good dame by the door? |
38565 | What have''ee catched, lil''lad on the shore? |
38565 | What have''ee catched, lil''maid in the lane? |
38565 | What have''ee catched, strong man from the say? |
38565 | 26 What have''ee catched? |
38565 | An''Granny old an''grey? |
38565 | An''didn''her give them a tang o''tongue, an''didn''her cuss them sweet, For thinkin''her''d let a man bide there an''see her washin''her feet? |
38565 | An''wasn''there Love to share? |
38565 | An''wo n''t there be Arms at last, to save you from fallin''? |
38565 | And who that gazes on that garb of Time Shall in the far light of a distant day Catch aught of colour of song or rune of rhyme? |
38565 | Brave brief hopes, are you not sped as the wave-- Sped to a requiem sighed on a wreck- strewn shore? |
38565 | But someday beyond the farthest tide, At last I shall safely at anchor ride, An''I shall be hailed as I come''longside,"How be''ee, me deear?" |
38565 | But what can this poor spirit wear To hide the naked wounds, pain- kissed Beneath the searching, ceaseless glare Of cloudless burning amethyst? |
38565 | Do you count you''ll be all alone in the turble dark? |
38565 | Do you think you''ll be left to the sound o''wailin''an''weepin''Lonely an''cold in the cloam, unmothered an''stark? |
38565 | Far I sailed, an''didn''I cast Many a look at the old times past? |
38565 | He trembled an''shook, he was wake an''white, But he awnly sez"Is the kid alright?" |
38565 | Jenny, Jenny, wo n''t''ee let me love''ee? |
38565 | Jenny, Jenny, wo n''t''ee let me love''ee? |
38565 | Jenny, Jenny, wo n''t''ee let me love''ee? |
38565 | Sartin sure, you make me mazed, Iss, me deear, a whist an''crazed; Jenny, Jenny, wo n''t''ee let me love''ee? |
38565 | Shall all be grey? |
38565 | The lil''grey port as I saw it last? |
38565 | When you was a baby, helpless an''cryin''an''callin''Didn''the kind arms take, an''the warm lips kiss? |
38565 | Where can the sad grey spirit fly The unrelenting agony? |
38565 | Who''s for a banger, a bender haul Down along an''away? |
38565 | Why didn''I bide to say"Good- bye?" |
38565 | Why didn''I seed the end was nigh? |
38565 | am I not here? |
17799 | Aa, Jim,shoo sed,"Tha wodn''t hurt th''child surelee?" |
17799 | Aw mun draand''em? |
17799 | Dost think''at aw can e''er forget, Wheariver aw may rooam, That bonny face an''lovin heart, Awve prized soa dear at hoam? 17799 Is n''t it grand?" |
17799 | Is ther,shoo said, an''shoo flew off one side;"why whativer is it, thinks ta?" |
17799 | Nah then, whear is he? 17799 Th''fault is n''t mine,"said th''cart driver"My duty''s done I hope? |
17799 | Well, gentlemen,went on th''chearman,"th''question just dissolves itsel''into this: Who has it to be? |
17799 | What ammot aw wanted for, awst like to know? |
17799 | What are ta baan to do wi''it nah? |
17799 | Why, whativer shall aw live to hear? 17799 Yo dunnot mean to tell to me,''At fowk noa moor will ha''to dee?" |
17799 | A few years moor, when awr griefs wor beginnin to lighten, Mi friends began askin my wife, if shoo felt hersen hearty an''strong? |
17799 | An pray What mun become o''thease poor helpless crayturs? |
17799 | An''do yo niver think it wrang At yo should have to trudge alang, Soa poor to th''last?" |
17799 | An''what did shoo pity thi for, aw should like to know? |
17799 | And what does he do for a livin''?" |
17799 | Are ta crazy? |
17799 | Aw can nah have a spree to misel? |
17799 | Aw sed to th''milk- chap tother day,"Ha long does ta trust sich fowk, Ike? |
17799 | Awm hawf inclined to think sometimes, Aw''ve been a trifle soft, Aw happen should a''dun''t misen? |
17799 | But aw wonder who does all ther mendin'', Weshes th''clooas, an cleans th''winders an''flags? |
17799 | But is n''t it a size?" |
17799 | But this seems strange, soa tell me pray, Ha wor''t yo coom? |
17799 | But what does ta say? |
17799 | But who does ta think aw met to neet?'' |
17799 | Daan they sit like a owd hen an''her chickens, an''dooant they put it aat o''th''seet? |
17799 | Did a gleam''o''sunshine warm thee, An deceive thee? |
17799 | Did shoo ax when tha thowt tha''d be at liberty?'' |
17799 | Does envy niver fill your breast When passin fowk wi''riches blest? |
17799 | Has it to be a Doctor sombdy, or a Professor sombdy, or a Squire sombdy, or has it to be a plain Maister?" |
17799 | It luks moor like a donkey, Does ta think''at it con rawt?" |
17799 | It''s all varry weel to be spendin Ther time at a hunt or a ball, But if th''workers war huntin an''doncin, Whativer wad come on us all? |
17799 | One day shoo axed him if he thowt th''wart wor ony bigger?" |
17799 | Or does ta allus dress that rate-- Black duds o''th''wairty?" |
17799 | Ov sofas aw think hauf a scoor, An''picturs enuff for a show? |
17799 | Pray, whativer wor ta doin? |
17799 | Said aw,"Owd friend, pray tell me true, If in your heart yo niver rue The time''ats past? |
17799 | Says aw,"Lad, pray, who does ta meean?" |
17799 | Says aw,"Owd trump, it''s rather late For one at''s dress''d i''sich a state, Across this Slack to mak ther gate: Is ther some pairty? |
17799 | Says he,"does ta know whear they''ve gooan?" |
17799 | Tell me thi name; Have they been ooinion thi? |
17799 | Th''dull saand o''th''church bells coom to tell me one moor Christmas mornin'', Had come, for its welcome-- but ha could aw welcome it when all aloan? |
17799 | That surely is n''t crayture, lad, Aw heeard''em say tha''d bowt? |
17799 | Then th''chaps sed,"Billy, where''s ta been? |
17799 | They publish papers, but what use is made on em? |
17799 | Tho thi mammy says us nay, An''thi dad''s unwillin''; Wod ta have me pine away Wi''this love''at''s killin''? |
17799 | What are ta cryin for, poor little lamb? |
17799 | What do they call thi, lad? |
17799 | What does it matter if truth be unpleasant? |
17799 | What is it gains fowk invitations, Throo them''at live i''lofty stations? |
17799 | What is it maks a crusty wife Forget to scold, an''leeave off strife? |
17799 | What is it maks a gaumless muff Grow rich, an''roll i''lots o''stuff, Woll better men ca n''t get enough? |
17799 | What is it men say they detest, Yet alus like that chap the best''At gives''em twice as mich as th''rest? |
17799 | What is it smoothes the rooad throo life? |
17799 | What is it we should mooast despise, An''by its help refuse to rise, Tho''poverty''s befoor awr eyes? |
17799 | What is it wins mooast situations? |
17799 | What is it, if it worn''t theear, Wod mak some fowk feel varry queer, An''put''em: i''ther proper sphere? |
17799 | What is it, when life''s wastin''fast, When all this world''s desires are past, Will prove noa use to us at last? |
17799 | What is it, when the devil sends His agents raand to work his ends, What is it gains him lots o''friends? |
17799 | What is''it maks fowk wade throo th''snow, To goa to th''church, becoss they know''At th''squire''s at hooam an''sure to goa? |
17799 | What mun we do?" |
17799 | What''s''theas little things stirrin? |
17799 | Whativer has ta browt? |
17799 | Whear is thi''Daddy doy? |
17799 | Whear is thi''mam? |
17799 | Whoiver has ta getten we d to?" |
17799 | Why should a prince be excused, when a peasant Is bullied an''blamed for a mich smaller fault? |
17799 | Wor it to tell us keep away, Yo hav''nt room?" |
17799 | me takkin it when aw dooant ail owt?" |
17799 | shoo says,"are ta ruein''o''thi bargain bi nah? |
17799 | tha''ll forgie me, lass, weant ta?" |
17799 | whear is he?" |
2888 | An''whea be- owes(5) coffin an''shrood, foul witch? 2888 Does ta think we''re nobbut childer, Wi''as little sense as thee? |
2888 | Whar''s te been? |
2888 | Ye''ve come thro''Pudsey, do ye say? 2888 A good fat pig an''a new- cauven coo; Good maisther an''misthress, hoo do you do? 2888 A letter thro''(1) Jim? 2888 An''wheas is the grave i''the grass? |
2888 | At last I saw her coomin''in; Bud what else did I see? |
2888 | Does ta work at flat- backs yit, as tha''s been used to do? |
2888 | Does te think at iver I''ll lick Thumb and fingers''dirt away? |
2888 | Hae ye been at t''fair? |
2888 | He has"sent a surprise"? |
2888 | Hob- Trush Hob"Hob- Trush Hob, wheer is thoo?" |
2888 | How do we knaw when fleets do reet or wrang? |
2888 | How gangs things? |
2888 | I''m varry fond o''singin'', What bonnier could be Nor my fair lass hersen agate(5) A- singin''love to me? |
2888 | III Sally Water, Sally Water, Come sprinkle your can, Why do you lie mournin''All for a young man? |
2888 | IV Diller a dollar, A ten o''clock scholar, What maks you coom sae soon? |
2888 | If shoo is n''t coortin'', who is? |
2888 | Is it fencin''ye lack for your beas''(2)?" |
2888 | Is it roots ye lack for your swine?" |
2888 | Is it watter ye lack at heame?" |
2888 | Jim''s Letter James Burnley( Born 1842) What s this? |
2888 | John, wilta have a bit like? |
2888 | Jont, lad, where art ta waddlin''to? |
2888 | Just make your business clear? |
2888 | Made ye onny bargains there? |
2888 | Nelly o''Bob''s John Hartley( 1839- 1915) Who is it at lives i''that cot on the lea, Joy o''my heart an''leet o''my ee? |
2888 | Or, if dialect poetry must be concerned only with rustic life, was the Craven dalesman to have no voice in the matter? |
2888 | Poor Nancy Green com seaglin''(3) up,"What''s matter, Dick?" |
2888 | Poor luckless frog, why com thoo here? |
2888 | Pray what''s your name? |
2888 | Says I,"Lad, what''s to pay?" |
2888 | So to Tommy he goes, an''the question he pops:"Betwin thy horse and mine, prithee, Tommy, what swops? |
2888 | That''s all at he''s said? |
2888 | The File- cutter''s Lament to Liberty( 1910) E. Downing Nay, I''m moithered,(1) fairly maddled,(2) What''s a"nicker- peck"(3) to do? |
2888 | The title of the first(? |
2888 | Thoo sure were destitute o''fear; Some other way could thoo nut steer To shun the grass? |
2888 | Though we to stately plants be grown, He easily can mow us doon; It may be late, or may be soon, His scythe we feel; Or is it fittin''to be known? |
2888 | WILLY How dea ye, Roger? |
2888 | Wern''t it gooid to lig theer to be faand? |
2888 | What do ye wesh i''the beck, awd wench? |
2888 | What has he to say? |
2888 | What is there up? |
2888 | What is''t, lass? |
2888 | What mun I do wi''t''blude? |
2888 | What wilt gie me to boot? |
2888 | What''s folks like them to say? |
2888 | What''s t''matter? |
2888 | What''s that, Liz, at''s burnin''on t''fire? |
2888 | What''s that? |
2888 | What''s them to sike as me? |
2888 | Where are ye thro''(3)? |
2888 | Where''s my swill? |
2888 | Who is it I see i''my dreams of a neet? |
2888 | Who is it I''ll have if I''ve iver a wife, An''love her, her only, to th''end o''my life, An''nurse her i''sickness, an''guard her from strife? |
2888 | Who is it at ivery chap''s hankerin''to get, Yet tosses her heead an''flies off in a pet, As mich as to say,"You''ve not getten me yet"? |
2888 | Who is it at leads me so lively a donce, Yet to tawk serious ne''er gies me a chonce, An''niver replied when I begged on her once? |
2888 | Who is it at''s promised, to- neet if it''s fine, To meet me at t''corner o''t''mistal(1) at nine? |
2888 | Who is it could mak life a long summer''s day, Whose smile would drive sorrow an''trouble away, An''mak t''hardest wark, if for her, seem like play? |
2888 | Who is it goes trippin''ower dew- spangled grass, Singin''so sweetly? |
2888 | Who is she? |
2888 | Who is that lass at''s so dear unto me? |
2888 | Who lovingly whispers words tender an''sweet, Till I wakken to find shoo''s nowheer i''t''seet? |
2888 | Why mud not I succeed as weel, An''get a man full oot genteel, As awd John Darby''s daughter Nelly? |
2888 | Why, Gom Green? |
2888 | With"How''s yoursel?" |
2888 | an''"How d''ye do?" |
2888 | for mine''s t''better horse still?" |
2888 | what are they coomin''hither for? |
2888 | what could I say? |
2888 | what do ye cut i''the slack, awd hag? |
2888 | what do ye greaye(4) at the crossroads, witch? |
2888 | who knows better? |
17472 | , Sometimes aw''m rayther cross? 17472 A''a did ta iver see a faaler bonnet nor that lass has on,"shoo said? |
17472 | An''who wor Tim Bobbin? |
17472 | An''wor ther as mich yeast in''em as ther is i''this? |
17472 | Aw know aw limp,shoo says,"aw allus limp''d; is a woman ony war for limpin''?" |
17472 | Can not yo let me have a cleean glass, maister? |
17472 | Do yo sell a gooid deal o''this, maister? |
17472 | Does ta think aw am not known? |
17472 | Dun yo mak this yoursen, mistress? |
17472 | Nay,he says,"whativer will yo say? |
17472 | Noa lass, aw think aw niver did,he replied;"but what a bonny lass shoo is, is n''t shoo?" |
17472 | Shall I pass you a little soup,said th''maister? |
17472 | Well Jack,said his fayther,"ha long is it? |
17472 | Well but wodn''t he let yo tak some o''theas pieces o''cork aat? |
17472 | Well, tha''rt a lucky chap,aw says,"what has ta done wi''it?" |
17472 | What do yo call all thease things at''s swimmin''abaat? |
17472 | Why weeps your sister thus? |
17472 | Why what''s two pund when its cut thin,they said? |
17472 | Why, Kusscat,said one,"what''s ta been doin''? |
17472 | Why, lad,says th''landlord,"haitch will ta tak''to drop it?" |
17472 | Why, where did ta find it? |
17472 | You''ve come throo Pudsey, do you say? 17472 ''Varry gooid, sur,''says aw,''an''what might yo be wantin?'' 17472 ''Well,''he says,''aw''ve an owd bung hoil here, do yo think yo could fit me a fresh barrel to it?'' 17472 An ha mony old pooastmen wish it ud niver come? 17472 An th''tales tha towld, I know full weel, Wor true as gospel then; What is it, lad,''at ma''s thee feel Soa strange-- unlike thisen? 17472 An''shoo''ll show him th''direction, an''ax him if he knows who''s writing that is? 17472 Are ta maddled, mun, amang it? 17472 Are ta th''maister''s lad? |
17472 | Are yo ready? |
17472 | At last Lijah said,"Hang it up, ha long are ta baan to talk? |
17472 | Aw niver spake for a minit, then aw says,''wod yo be gooid enuff to lend me a hand to put theas shuts up?'' |
17472 | Ax twenty fowk this question o''th''fourth o''November,"Are yo gooin to buy ony fireworks this year?" |
17472 | But who is ther''at niver does wrang? |
17472 | Do aw ooin thee? |
17472 | Does ta wonder what aw mean? |
17472 | For we''re forced to leave behind us All awr pomp, an''all awr show: Why then should we slight another? |
17472 | Has ta been growin''a mustash?" |
17472 | How much shall I say for this lot?" |
17472 | I asked;"What is her cause of grief? |
17472 | If aw wor free to please mi mind, Aw''st niver mak this stur; But aw''ve a mother ommust blind, What mud become o''her? |
17472 | If to goa in-- yo understand Unknown to me yo ca n''t sir.-- Pray what''s your name? |
17472 | Mun aw fotch thi a pint o''drink?" |
17472 | Next time they meet shoo''s sure to ax him if he gate ony valentines, an''then he''ll smile an''say,"What for, did yo?" |
17472 | One day aw axed a chap''at had been,"if they wor raylee as sharp as what fowk gave''em credit for?" |
17472 | One plate full after another kept comin''in, till at last th''mistress said,"Aw think yo must ha''been hungry?" |
17472 | Poor Richard says,"Experience is a dear schooil, but fooils will leearn i''noa other;"an''who is ther''at has n''t had to leearn i''that schooil? |
17472 | Stop at Hooam"Tha wodn''t goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel? |
17472 | Th''Little Black Hand Ther''s a spark just o''th tip o''mi pen, An''it may be poetical fire; An''suppoase''at it is''nt-- what then? |
17472 | Th''warp''s reight, but if th''weft should be faulty-- ha then? |
17472 | Tha wod roor, aw think, if tha dar-- What means ta bi shakin thi heead? |
17472 | That luks a bit o''nice bacon at''s hung up, does ta think tha could do me a bit anent th''fire, aw think ther''s as mich heeat as''ll cook it?" |
17472 | Theear Peter stood wi''keys i''hand: Says he,"What do you want, sir? |
17472 | We''d a meetin at the schooil yesterneet, An''Jimmy wor thear,--tha''s seen Jim? |
17472 | Well, nah, what can sich a chap do? |
17472 | What name shall aw say, sur?" |
17472 | What''s th''reason? |
17472 | What''s up?" |
17472 | When he went hooam he tell''d th''wife abaat it"What does ta say?" |
17472 | Where''s ta been to leearn to scream? |
17472 | Who is n''t praad ov ther owd fayther, as he sits i''tharm- cheer an''tells long tales abaat what he can remember bein''new? |
17472 | Will ta have, summat to sup?" |
17472 | Wod yo bawk a chap ov his desire? |
17472 | an''th''mooast on it''s saand: What''s rotten aw''ll throw into th''street-- Worn''t it gooid to ligg thear to be faand? |
17472 | broth, is it? |
17472 | shoo says, when shoo coom in agean,"at yo''ve etten two pund o''breead apiece?" |
17472 | shoo says;"is it draanded?" |
17472 | to- day Arn''t we blest wi''a seet o''gooid luck? |
17472 | what does ta mean?" |
17472 | whativer does ta think?" |
17472 | where are yo throo? |
17472 | why what are they baan to call him?" |
21785 | ''T''ool choke us all,the wold man cried,"Whatever''s to be done, min? |
21785 | A lot o''what? 21785 Can all be still, when win''s do blow? |
21785 | Lauk she''s afraïd, a silly maïd,Cows? |
21785 | Stan''still,I answer''d;"I''ll teäke ceäre O''that: why dussen zee The little grindèn stwone out there, Below the apple- tree? |
21785 | Well,zaid the crow,"why do n''t ye eat?" |
21785 | What food,cried_ E''th_,"''ull suit your bwoard?" |
21785 | What is it then theäse tower do meän, A- built so feäir, an''kept so cleän? |
21785 | What is it? 21785 What then?" |
21785 | What''s that, a mouse? |
21785 | What''s that? 21785 Where''s father, then,"I zaid,"my chile?" |
21785 | Who is the man? |
21785 | Who whurr''d Theäse clot? |
21785 | Who''s that? |
21785 | ( 1) Well, where''s that? |
21785 | ( 2) What houn''s, the squier''s, Thomas? |
21785 | ( 3) Now, hark, d''ye heär em now? |
21785 | ( 3) The pollard? |
21785 | ( 3) The red woone? |
21785 | ( 3) What then? |
21785 | (_ Thomas and Mr Auctioneer._)_ T._ Well here, then, Mister auctioneer, Be theäse the virs, I bought, out here? |
21785 | --(D''ye mind how woonce, you cou''den zit The bwoard, an''vell off into pit?) |
21785 | A- recknèn rent, an''time, an''zeed to stock it, D''ye think that you be any thing in pocket? |
21785 | An''as vor kissèn o''me, if he did, I didden ax en to, nor zay he mid: An''if he kiss''d me dree times, or a dozen, What harm wer it? |
21785 | An''ca n''t paÿ twenty shillèns vor a pound? |
21785 | An''did he stop, then, wi''the good wold bwoy? |
21785 | An''do n''t ye zee how I Do pick up all that you do leäve behind? |
21785 | An''father, what d''ye think? |
21785 | An''have ye got much hedgèn mwore to do? |
21785 | An''how didst groun''thy pick? |
21785 | An''how is your Jeäne? |
21785 | An''she cried"I do praÿ, is the road Out to Lincham on here, by the meäd?" |
21785 | An''there, of all that pried about The walls, I overlook''d em best, An''what o''that? |
21785 | An''thou bist stronger, thou dost think, than I? |
21785 | An''what did John that tipp''d en zay? |
21785 | An''what''s the odds what cloth do hide The bosom that do hold inside A free an''honest heart, John? |
21785 | An''when y''ave done the job you be about, D''ye think you''ll have another vound ye out? |
21785 | An''where be the two eärms a- spread, To show en he''s welcome at night? |
21785 | An''who could work below the skies If zun an''moon did never rise? |
21785 | An''who d''ye think do work the fiddlestick? |
21785 | An''why be out wi''him, vor goodness''seäke? |
21785 | An''woont ye have vor ev''ry shillèn, Shillèn''s wo''th at any shop, Though Do''set chaps be up to zellèn, An''can meäke a tidy swop? |
21785 | An''zoo you didden come athirt, To have zome fun last night: how wer''t? |
21785 | Aye; did ye ever hear-- vo''k zaid''twer true-- O''what bevell Jack Hine zome years agoo? |
21785 | B''ye run a- ground? |
21785 | Be there any leaves to quiver On the aspen by the river? |
21785 | Because an evil will, Ov his sweet good, mid meäke zome ill, Shall all his feäce be kept behind The dark- brow''d hills to leäve us blind?" |
21785 | But Anny, here, what lout Broke half your small païl''s bottom out? |
21785 | But had she, in her woe, The higher steäte she had o''leäte''Ithin the lofty pillar''d geäte, Wi''stwonèn balls upon the walls? |
21785 | But if a man you midden like to''front, Should chance to call upon ye, Tom, zome day, An''ax ye vor your vote, what could ye zay? |
21785 | But in the day- time where do veäiries hide? |
21785 | But should I vind a- heavèn now Her breast wi''aïr o''thik dear pleäce? |
21785 | But who do know when liv''d an''died The squier o''the mwoldrèn hall; That lined en wi''a stwonèn wall, An''steän''d so cleän his wat''ry zide? |
21785 | Can all be dull, when zuns do glow? |
21785 | Can''st tell us where''s the heäre? |
21785 | Come now soon by zun or moon? |
21785 | Come out a- bit to- morrow evenèn, can ye? |
21785 | Could you vill païls''ithout a bottom, Yourself that be so deeply skill''d? |
21785 | D''ye think''tis better wi''it than without it? |
21785 | D''ye think, if we should meet em in the street Zome day in Lon''on, they would stand a treat? |
21785 | D''ye want some better keep? |
21785 | Did sting? |
21785 | Do your hat Hold wit enough to tell us that? |
21785 | Doo he sheäde the water still, Where the rushes be a- growèn, Where the sullen Stour''s a- flowèn Drough the meäds vrom mill to mill? |
21785 | Dost thou know The funny feäble o''the pig an''crow? |
21785 | Han''t we any frien''s near hwome? |
21785 | Here, my lad, Dost know vor a''r a speäde, that can be had? |
21785 | How b''ye, then, John, to- night; an''how Be times a- waggèn on w''ye now? |
21785 | How b''ye? |
21785 | How come the Squire to treat your meäster zoo? |
21785 | How d''ye do? |
21785 | How did ye get in such a pickle, Jahn? |
21785 | How do it answer? |
21785 | How wer''t? |
21785 | How zoo, then, John? |
21785 | If I heärd it, I now ha''vorgot; Wer the poor thing bewitch''d or a- pweison''d, or what? |
21785 | If we''ve a- got a friend at all, Why who can tell-- I''m sure thou cassen-- But that the squier, or the pa''son, Mid be our friend, Tom, after all? |
21785 | In what a veag have you a- swung Your pick, though, John? |
21785 | Is Farmer Tup a- gwaïn to leäve his farm? |
21785 | Is it? |
21785 | Jean ax''d what ribbon she should wear''Ithin her bonnet to the feäir? |
21785 | Linda, my true- love, here in the cwold,--in the night?" |
21785 | Not know? |
21785 | Now how many be there? |
21785 | Now, Mister Sammy, what dost think o''that? |
21785 | Or did he soon contrive to slip awoy? |
21785 | Or scorn a meäte, in my feäir steäte, In here''ithin a pillar''d geäte, A happy pleäce wi''her kind feäce? |
21785 | Or what''s a coach, if woone do pine To zee woone''s naïghbour''s twice so fine? |
21785 | Or when Whitsuntide mid bring Longer light to show your waÿ? |
21785 | Or who could bide below the zun If water didden rise an''run? |
21785 | Or why should hooks an''shovels, zives an''axes, Keep any man vrom votèn o''the taxes? |
21785 | Or your cider down to warm? |
21785 | Or zee dark locks by such a brow, Or het o''plaÿ on such a feäce? |
21785 | Should my love goo out, a- showèn All her smiles, in open light; Or, in lewth, wi''wind a- blowèn, Staÿ in darkness, dim to zight? |
21785 | The clock''s a- strikèn twelve, d''ye hear? |
21785 | The rwose mid be the maïdens''pride, But still the ivy''s wild an''free; An''what is all that life can gi''e,''Ithout a free light heart, John? |
21785 | The steps went down wi''rottlèn slap, The zwingèn door went open wide: Wide? |
21785 | There, what d''ye think o''my new ceäpe? |
21785 | Things do change as years do vlee; What ha''years in store vor me? |
21785 | This is a darkish evenèn; b''ye a- feärd O''zights? |
21785 | Vor Do''set dear, Then gi''e woone cheer; D''ye hear? |
21785 | Vor Do''set dear, Then gi''e woone cheer; D''ye hear? |
21785 | Vor Do''set dear, Then gi''e woone cheer; D''ye hear? |
21785 | Vor Do''set dear, Then gi''e woone cheer; D''ye hear? |
21785 | Vor whose be all the crops an''land A- won an''lost, an''bought, an zwold Or whose, a- roll''d vrom hand to hand, The highest money that''s a- twold? |
21785 | Vrom where wer all this venom brought, To kill our hope an''taïnt our thought? |
21785 | Well now he''s out o''trim Wi''only half a bottom to en; Could you still vill en''to the brim An''yit not let the milk run drough en? |
21785 | Well, Tom, how be''st? |
21785 | Well, father; what d''ye think? |
21785 | Well, how did it happen? |
21785 | Well, now, an''how do vo''k treat Jeäne? |
21785 | What ca n''t ye put a lwoaf on shelf? |
21785 | What d''ye meän, When I''ve a- brought ye such a bunch O''theäse nice ginger- nuts to crunch? |
21785 | What d''ye tell o''How proud we be, vor ben''t we smart? |
21785 | What do em dance? |
21785 | What dosten mind Thy pitchèn to me out in Gully- plot, A- meäkèn o''me waït( wast zoo behind) A half an hour vor ev''ry pitch I got? |
21785 | What dropp''d en on a stwone? |
21785 | What good do come to eächèn heads, O''lièn down in silken beds? |
21785 | What is it that do meäke it, I do wonder? |
21785 | What is it? |
21785 | What now? |
21785 | What then? |
21785 | What then? |
21785 | What tokens, then, could Meäry gi''e Thät she''d a- liv''d, an''liv''d vor me, But things a- done vor thought an''view? |
21785 | What wages do''e meän to gi''e? |
21785 | What''s that? |
21785 | What''st a- been about? |
21785 | What, ca n''t ye get along? |
21785 | What, do ye own The neäme? |
21785 | What, is he then a little bit behind? |
21785 | What, you here too? |
21785 | Where be their hwomes, then? |
21785 | Where have ye staÿ''d? |
21785 | Who is it? |
21785 | Who lost his crown a- racèn? |
21785 | Who''s about? |
21785 | Who? |
21785 | Who? |
21785 | Whose reäke is that a- lyèn there? |
21785 | Why I be nippy: what is there to eat? |
21785 | Why did ye dr[=e]ve en into theäse here quag? |
21785 | Why do n''t ye gi''e a thing his neäme? |
21785 | Why idden he my cousin? |
21785 | Why shoulden fellows meäke good laws an''speeches A- dressed in fusti''n cwoats an''cord''roy breeches? |
21785 | Why, what d''ye tell o''? |
21785 | Why, what''s the matter now? |
21785 | Why, who can tell Which''tis that you do meän to zell? |
21785 | Why, who woulden do the seäme? |
21785 | Woont ye have brown bread a- put ye, An''some vinny cheese a- cut ye? |
21785 | Woont ye have, in short, your vill, A- gi''ed wi''a right good will? |
21785 | Would she still think me low? |
21785 | Wull John, come too? |
21785 | Wull ye call in Spring or Fall? |
21785 | Wull ye come in eärly Spring, Come at Easter, or in Maÿ? |
21785 | Wull ye come? |
21785 | Wull ye come? |
21785 | Zoo out run Poll an''Tom, to zee What all the meänèn o''t mid be;"Now who did that?" |
21785 | Zoo why should we shrink back at zight Ov hindrances we ought to slight? |
21785 | _ A._ The firs, the fir- poles, you bought? |
21785 | _ z_ for_ s_ as a heading of some, not all, pure Saxon words, nor[ or?] |
21785 | an''how didst quirk To get en up on end? |
21785 | be quiet, wull ye? |
21785 | be the teäties done? |
21785 | be there any cows to hook?" |
21785 | could I so low Look out a meäte ov higher steäte So gaÿ''ithin a pillar''d geäte, Wi''high walls round the smooth- mow''d ground? |
21785 | cried Jim,"Who''s that, then, Meäry, That you be now a- talkèn o''?" |
21785 | cried Jimmy, all agog; An''thought he had her now han''-pat,"That''s Simon Heäre,"but no,"Who''s that?" |
21785 | do n''t ye zee how thick the corn do lie Among the dirt? |
21785 | do they meän to starve ye?" |
21785 | how b''ye? |
21785 | no, b''ye blind? |
21785 | still as merry As ever, wi''cheäks lik''a cherry? |
21785 | they cried,"meäke room,""A halfstarv''d Do''set man,"cried Bloom;"You be?" |
21785 | what d''ye think about it? |
21785 | what have ye now then, Joe, At last, to meäke a riddle o''? |
21785 | what is it now?" |
21785 | what is it? |
21785 | what next I wonder? |
21785 | what then? |
21785 | what wer that so loud A- rumblèn?" |
21785 | what wer that so white Rush''d out o''thik tree''s top?" |
21785 | what?" |
21785 | where be the vingers so feäir, Vor to pat en so soft on the feäce, To mend ev''ry stitch that do tear, An''keep ev''ry button in pleäce? |
21785 | where can Pity ever vwold Her wings o''swiftness vrom their holy flight, To leäve a heart o''flesh an''blood so cwold At such a touchèn zight? |
21785 | where do veäiries bide? |
21785 | where do ye rise vrom, an''where do ye die? |
21785 | where is the sweet- perty head That do nod till he''s gone out o''zight? |
21785 | where, then, where? |
21785 | where?" |
21785 | why do vo''k so often chaïn Their pinèn minds vor love o''gaïn, An''gi''e their innocence to rise A little in the worold''s eyes? |
21785 | why to be sure He do n''t want all the farms in parish, do er? |
21785 | wo nt he come athirt?" |
19470 | Ah, little boy, what want you here, On such a bitter night? 19470 And can you read, and can you write?" |
19470 | And do you always beg all day Instead of going to school? 19470 And do you ever pray, my boy?" |
19470 | And if He''s Father of us all,-- Now, as I''m going home, From your big share perhaps you''ll spare Your widowed sister some? |
19470 | And what''s your name, come tell me that? |
19470 | Aw must be old,--aw say,--old lass,-- Does''t think aw''m growin grey? 19470 Aw think yo''d better far agree,"Sed th''old fowk in a breeath;"Will ta ha me?" |
19470 | Come, John lad, tell me what''s to do, Tha luks soa glum an sad; Is it becoss tha''rt short o''brass? 19470 Dost think''at aw can e''er forget, Whearivver aw may rooam, That bonny face an lovin heart, Aw''ve prized soa dear at hooam? |
19470 | I would not live alway,Why should I wish to stay, Now, when grown old and grey, Enduring slow decay? |
19470 | Is it money or poison? |
19470 | Is that what you say? 19470 May I not go and beg, mother, For you are very ill; Some one will give me something, Mother, I''m sure they will? |
19470 | Mother,the poor boy whispered,"May I not go again? |
19470 | Nay, Sally lass,--pray what''s amiss? |
19470 | Soa, yo''re th''new parson, are yo? 19470 Th''fault is n''t mine,"said th''cart driver,"My duty''s done I hope? |
19470 | Tha wodn''t goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel? 19470 Wait till I''m rather bigger, And then I''ll work all day, And sha n''t we both be happy When I bring you home my pay? |
19470 | What name? |
19470 | What''s that? 19470 Why should awr lot soa bitter be, Theas burds''at sing together, When storms are commin off they flee, To lands ov sunny wreather? |
19470 | Why should mi parents sell for gold, Ther dowter''s life- long pleasure? 19470 Why weeps your sister thus?" |
19470 | Why, wodn''t th''maister lend a hand? 19470 Will ta ha me?" |
19470 | Yo dunnot mean to tell to me,''At fowk noa moor will ha to dee? |
19470 | You seem soberer now,--do you think You could find your way home if you tried? |
19470 | You''ve come throo Pudsey, do you say? 19470 ''An luks looansum tha thinks?'' 19470 ''Aw mun draand''em?'' 19470 ''Shoo''s a varry nice lass,''does ta say? 19470 --How can a mortal weak, Pin faith on what he can not comprehend? 19470 A few years moor, when awr griefs wor beginnin to lighten, Mi friends began askin my wife, if shoo felt hersen hearty an strong? 19470 A heavy woollen scarf, Strong boots that reach the calf,-- Away we go Through snow and slush and wet,-- And can we once forget''Tis May? 19470 All His power, pomp and glory, Which to think on must bewilder,-- All He left,--an what for think yo? 19470 All ovver thisen an mi cleean scarrd flooar:-- Tha clumsy young imp; what next will ta do? 19470 An a gem worth savin, O? 19470 An do yo nivver think it wrang At yo should have to trudge along, Soa poor to th''last? |
19470 | An is it reight at some should dress I''clooas bedeckt wi''gold, Wol others havn''t rags enuff, To keep ther limbs throo th''cold? |
19470 | An know they''ve getten one? |
19470 | An nah, when trubbles threaten thee What should prevent thee gooin, An linkin on thi fate wi''me, Withaat thi parents knowin?" |
19470 | An pray What mun become o''these poor helpless crayturs? |
19470 | An shoo did, in a few minnits mooar; An worn''t shoo mad? |
19470 | An th''tales tha towld, I know full weel, Wor true as gospel then; What is it, lad,''at ma''s thee feel Soa strange-- unlike thisen? |
19470 | An th''wimmen cried,"Gooid gracious fowk But is n''t it a size?" |
19470 | An thear shines the river, soa quiet an still, O''er its bed soa uncertain an deep; Can it be? |
19470 | An what cheers yor heart, when yo far away wander, As mich as the thowts ov a welcome at th''end? |
19470 | An when yor ommost driven mad, Who quiets yo daan, an calls yo"lad,"An shows yo things are nooan soa bad? |
19470 | An who, when th''wark is done at neet, Sits harknin for yor clogs i''th''street, An sets warm slippers for yor feet? |
19470 | An who, when troubled, vext an tried, Comes creepin softly to yor side, An soothes a grief''at''s hard to bide? |
19470 | An who, when yo goa weary in, Bids th''childer mak a little din, An smiles throo th''top o''th''heead to th''chin? |
19470 | And do you remember the stile, Where so cosily sitting at eve, Breathing forth ardent love- vows the while, We were only too glad to believe? |
19470 | And may not such as me, Forgotten, die at last? |
19470 | And through Grief''s dark cloud shine, With that same glow? |
19470 | And when our span of life Is ended, will it be Through such a glorious death We greet Eternity? |
19470 | And yet,''tis only two short years; How has it seemed to thee? |
19470 | Are fresh joys waiting for the silent dead? |
19470 | Are ta chooakin? |
19470 | Are ta crazy? |
19470 | Are ta lost? |
19470 | Are ta lukkin for some mooar? |
19470 | Are ta maddled mun amang it? |
19470 | Are the dark locks I worshipped, now mingled with grey? |
19470 | Are the years sending us Farther apart? |
19470 | Are there no souls to cheer, no hearts to melt? |
19470 | Are there no victims under tyrants''yoke, Whose wrongs thy stirring music should proclaim? |
19470 | Aw axt,"what wants ta, onnyway?" |
19470 | Aw sed to th''milk- chap''tother day,"Ha long does ta trust sich fowk, Ike? |
19470 | Aw should think tha does, but dang it, Where''s ta been to leearn to scream? |
19470 | Aw wonder if they''ve paid ther rent? |
19470 | Awm hawf inclined to think sometimes, Aw''ve been a trifle soft, Aw happen should a''dun''t misen? |
19470 | But aw wonder who does all ther mendin'', Weshes th''clooas, an cleans th''winders an''flags? |
19470 | But this seems strange, soa tell me pray, Ha wor''t yo coom? |
19470 | But what does ta say? |
19470 | But whear''s th''stock commin throo, mi lass? |
19470 | But where, alas, where shall I find him? |
19470 | But who can resist, When it sparkles an shines; An his nooas gets a whif At''s mooar fragrant nor wines? |
19470 | But why should ther be sich distress, When ther''s plenty for all an to spare? |
19470 | Can brewers, distillers, or traffickers pray For the blessing of God, on the seed Which they sow for the harvest of men gone astray? |
19470 | Can earthborn love endure? |
19470 | Come, heead or tail? |
19470 | Dick pickt it up-- what could it be? |
19470 | Did a gleam o''sunshine warm thee, An''deceive thee? |
19470 | Did he mean to betray? |
19470 | Did ta think aw meant to tak thi? |
19470 | Do angels''hearts past vows renew, To mortals here who dwell? |
19470 | Do aw ooin thi? |
19470 | Do love''s fond memories Brighten the way, Or faith''s fell enemies Darken thy day? |
19470 | Does envy nivver fill yor breast When passin fowk wi''riches blest? |
19470 | Does he love her dearly As when he was young? |
19470 | Does he never scold? |
19470 | Does he never weary Of her ready tongue? |
19470 | Does ta hear? |
19470 | Does ta wonder what aw mean? |
19470 | Does the grave man blame her? |
19470 | Does''t think''at th''lads i''Batley Carr Are all booath dumb an blind? |
19470 | Erect new asylums and hospitals raise,-- Build prisons for creatures of sin;-- Can these be a means to improve the world''s ways? |
19470 | For we''re forced to leeav behind us All awr pomp, an all awr show; Why then should we slight another? |
19470 | For when aw tuk this cot for thee, We''d nubdy but ussen; But sin that lad wor born ther''s three, An ther''ll sooin be four, an then?" |
19470 | Goa hooam,--tha little drabbled brat, Tha''ll get thi deeath o''cold; Whear does ta live? |
19470 | Grumbler,--cast a look araand thi;-- Is this world or thee to blame? |
19470 | Has Time stolen brightness and beauty away? |
19470 | Has sombdy been findin fault, Wi''owt tha''s sed or done? |
19470 | Has the soul fled that once within thee dwelt? |
19470 | Have yo nooan o''yer own?" |
19470 | Have yo seen awr Mary''s bonnet? |
19470 | He looked so calm, so sweet, so fair Why should we stand and weep? |
19470 | How dare we murmur, when around On every side, Such proofs of His great love abound, O''er the world wide? |
19470 | How should I know That one so good and fair, Would condescend To spare a thought, or care, For one so low? |
19470 | How should I know, That day when first we met, I Would be a day I never can forget? |
19470 | How should I know, That those bright eyes of thine Would haunt me yet? |
19470 | How should I know? |
19470 | How should I know? |
19470 | How should I know? |
19470 | I asked;"What is her cause of grief? |
19470 | I dared not hope such bliss could be in store;-- How dare I who had known no love before? |
19470 | I listened, and the sound again Smote clearly on my ear:"Can there,"--I wondering asked myself--"Can there be sorrow here?" |
19470 | I''d known him in much better state, As"old hard- working Mike,"I asked, would he the cause relate? |
19470 | I''that fair hooam ov thine, Whear all is breet an pure,--- Say,--is ther room for love like mine? |
19470 | If God gave me this life,-- Now, when worn out with strife, May I not give it back And move from out the track? |
19470 | If aw wor free to please mi mind, Aw''st niver mak this stur; But aw''ve a mother ommust blind, What mud become o''her? |
19470 | If not; then whither will the spirit go? |
19470 | If th''world gooas cruckt,--what''s that to us? |
19470 | If to goa in-- yo understand Unknown to me yo ca n''t sir.-- Pray what''s your name? |
19470 | Is it Reight? |
19470 | Is it Reight? |
19470 | Is it axin too mich ov"the powers that be,"For a city''s main street from sich curse to be free? |
19470 | Is it too much to hope,--someday This heart of mine, That beats alone for thee,--yet may Thy love enshrine? |
19470 | Is n''t it bracing the ice to skim o''er, With a jovial friend or the one you adore? |
19470 | Is n''t it grand when the north breezes blow? |
19470 | It luks moor like a donkey, Does ta think''at it con rawt?" |
19470 | It''s all varry weel to be spendin Ther time at a hunt or a ball, But if th''workers war huntin an doncin, Whativer wod come on us all? |
19470 | Leaving me lonely, who loved so much? |
19470 | Little linnet,--stop a minnit,-- Let me have a tawk with thee: Tell me what this life has in it, Maks thee seem so full o''glee? |
19470 | Luk at yond,--but a child,--what''s shoo dooin thear? |
19470 | Mi Old Umberel What matters if some fowk deride, An point wi''a finger o''scorn? |
19470 | Must my ruin the price of his perfidy be? |
19470 | Nah, ca n''t ta tell me who tha art? |
19470 | Nah, what are ta dooin wi''th''pussy cat, pray? |
19470 | Ne''er heed if grim poverty pays yo a visit,''Twill nivver stop long if yo show a bold front; It''s noa sin to be poor, if yo ca nt help it,--is it? |
19470 | Of ruin, the fruit of their greed? |
19470 | Oh, is n''t it nice to be somebody''s?-- Somebody''s darling and pet, To be shrined in the heart of a dear one, Whose absence fills soul with regret? |
19470 | Oh, what holds him back from the arms of his love? |
19470 | Oh, where is her Johnnie? |
19470 | Oh, where is her laddie that treated her so? |
19470 | Oh, where is her laddie? |
19470 | Oh, where is my Johnnie? |
19470 | Oh, where is my Johnnie? |
19470 | Oh, where is my laddie so gallant and free? |
19470 | Oh, where is my laddie, so gallant and free? |
19470 | Oh, where is my laddie? |
19470 | Oh, where is my laddie? |
19470 | Or are ta bothered wi''thi loom, Wi''th''warp tha''s just begun? |
19470 | Or are ta poorly, lad? |
19470 | Or are there none deserving songs of fame? |
19470 | Or at workers should join in a strike? |
19470 | Or do we perish with am fleeting breath? |
19470 | Or does ta allus dress that rate-- Black duds o''th''wairty?" |
19470 | Or has ta seen th''Old Lad?" |
19470 | Or have the fetters of mankind been broke? |
19470 | Or love still blending us Heart into heart? |
19470 | Or one soul from destruction e''er win? |
19470 | Or will it for ever be night? |
19470 | Our life''s Sun has touched the horizon, It will speedily dip out of sight, And then what? |
19470 | Ov sofas aw think hauf a scoor, An picturs enuff for a show? |
19470 | Passing events,--tell, what are they I pray? |
19470 | Pray tell me th''saycret if tha can What keeps thi heart soa leet, An leeavs thi still a grand owd man, At we''re all praad to meet?" |
19470 | Pray, whativer wor ta doin? |
19470 | Said aw,"Owd friend, pray tell me true, If in your heart yo nivver rue Th''time''at''s past? |
19470 | Saw yo that lass wi''her wicked een? |
19470 | Say, can the wealth you now possess, Such happiness procure, As did our youthful pleasures bless, When both our hearts were pure? |
19470 | Says Matty,"whativver''s amiss?" |
19470 | Says aw,"Lad, pray, who does ta meean?" |
19470 | Says aw,"Owd trump, it''s rayther late For one''at''s dress''d i''sich a state, Across this Slack to mak ther gate: Is ther some pairty? |
19470 | Says he,"does ta know whear they''ve gooan?" |
19470 | Shall Morality''s claims be set all o''one side, Sich a market for lewdness an vice to provide? |
19470 | Shoo blushed an sed,"Nay, Ben, If they should see me wi''thi, What wod yo''re fowk say then?" |
19470 | Shoo sewerly is innocent yet? |
19470 | Shoo smil''d an sed,"Well, what''s to do?" |
19470 | Should one class wear ther lives away, To mak another great; Wol all their share will hardly pay, For grub enuff to ait? |
19470 | Still we do love her so,-- Her truth? |
19470 | Tell me thi name; Have they been ooinion thi? |
19470 | Tha wod roor, aw think, if tha dar-- What means ta bi shakin thi heead? |
19470 | That clasp of hands that made my heartstrings thrill, Would not die out, but keeps vibrating still? |
19470 | That surely is n''t crayture, lad, Aw heeard''em say tha''d bowt? |
19470 | That thy sweet smile, so full of trust and love, Should, beaming still, a priceless solace prove? |
19470 | The night''s growing dark and the shadows are eerie, The stars now peep out from the blue vault above; Oh, why does he tarry? |
19470 | Theear Peter stood wi''keys i''hand: Says he,"What do you want, sir? |
19470 | Then th''chaps sed,"Billy, where''s ta been? |
19470 | Then turning up his hazel eyes, Which questioning light shone through, He said,"that prayer sounds very nice,-- Is He your Father too?" |
19470 | Then we d they wor an off they went To start ther life ov sweet content; An Sally ax''d him whear he meant Ther honey- mooin to spend at? |
19470 | Then why should we envy his wealth an his lands, Tho''sarvents attend to obey his commands? |
19470 | Ther wor once a"Man,"mich greater Nor thisen wi''all thi brass; Him, awr blessed Mediator,-- Wod He scorn that little lass? |
19470 | Ther''s a spark just o''th tip o''mi pen, An it may be poetical fire: An suppoase''at it is''nt-- what then? |
19470 | This idol I picture and dream of,-- Does he live? |
19470 | This man, that my heart longs for so? |
19470 | Tho his wage wor but small Shoo ne''er grummeld at all, An if th''butter should chonce to run short; Her cake shoo''d ait dry, If axt why? |
19470 | Tho''thi mammy says us nay, An thi dad''s unwillin''; Wod ta have me pine away Wi this love at''s killin''? |
19470 | Though your progress may be hindered, By false friends or bitter foes; And the goal for which you''re striving, Seems so far away,--who knows? |
19470 | Tried to kill yor old cat? |
19470 | Was ever May so gay As what the poets say? |
19470 | Was it because I had worshipped thee so? |
19470 | Was my devotion to thee an offence? |
19470 | We''d a meetin at th''schooil yesterneet, An Jimmy wor thear,--tha''s seen Jim? |
19470 | What Wor it? |
19470 | What Wor it? |
19470 | What are fowks''riches to mother an me? |
19470 | What are ta cryin for, poor little lamb? |
19470 | What bi that? |
19470 | What can aw do but shield my lad? |
19470 | What care they tho''he smothered a sigh, Or wiped off a tear as they coom? |
19470 | What color could ta like it done? |
19470 | What do they call thi, lad? |
19470 | What does it matter if truth be unpleasant? |
19470 | What is it gains fowk invitations, Throo them at live i''lofty stations? |
19470 | What is it maks a crusty wife Forget to scold, an leeave off strife? |
19470 | What is it maks a gaumless muff Grow rich, an roll i''lots o''stuff, Woll better men ca n''t get enough? |
19470 | What is it maks fowk wade throo th''snow, To goa to th''church, becoss they know''At th''squire''s at hooam an sure to goa? |
19470 | What is it men say they detest, Yet allus like that chap the best''At gives em twice as mich as th''rest? |
19470 | What is it smoothes th''rooad throo life? |
19470 | What is it they''re dooin? |
19470 | What is it we should mooast despise, An by its help refuse to rise, Tho''poverty''s befoor awr eyes? |
19470 | What is it wins mooast situations? |
19470 | What is it, if it worn''t theear, Wod mak some fowks feel varry queer, An put em i''ther proper sphere? |
19470 | What is it, when life''s wasting fast, When all this world''s desires are past, Will prove noa use to us at last? |
19470 | What is it, when the devil sends His agents raand to work his ends, What is it gains him lots o''friends? |
19470 | What is it? |
19470 | What is it? |
19470 | What means all this hullaballoo? |
19470 | What pleasure has a millionaire''At aw''ve net one to match? |
19470 | What wod aw give if those days could come ovver? |
19470 | What wod ta have a woman at? |
19470 | What wor it made me love thee, lass? |
19470 | What''s a poor lass like me to do,''At langs for a hooam ov her own? |
19470 | What''s he at? |
19470 | What''s th''lad done? |
19470 | What''s that cry? |
19470 | What''s these little things stirrin? |
19470 | What''s to do?" |
19470 | Whativver has ta browt? |
19470 | Whear is thi Daddy, doy? |
19470 | Whear is thi mam? |
19470 | Whear wod th''young ens''at laff be to- day, But for th''old ens they turn into fun? |
19470 | Whear''s th''milk? |
19470 | When shall we meet again? |
19470 | When shoo axt me yesterneet, What made mi een soa breet? |
19470 | When they see at distress daily thickens, Till despairin turns into dislike? |
19470 | Who Cares? |
19470 | Who Cares? |
19470 | Who can give comfort in grief such as this? |
19470 | Who cares to keep a bird Whose note is never heard? |
19470 | Who is it, when one starts for th''day A cheerin word is apt to say, At sends yo leeter on yor way? |
19470 | Who is it, when yo hooamward crawl, Taks all yo have, an thinks it small; Twice caants it, an says,"Is this all?" |
19470 | Who nivver once forgets that day, When yo''ve to draw yor bit o''pay, But comes to meet yo hawf o''th''way? |
19470 | Who''s that flat? |
19470 | Why is pleasure i''full measure, Thine throo rooasy morn to neet, Has ta fun some wondrous treasure, Maks thi be for ivver breet? |
19470 | Why should a prince be excused, when a peasant Is bullied an''blamed for a mich smaller fault? |
19470 | Why the dickens do some fowk keep thrustin, As if th''world had n''t raam for us all? |
19470 | Will a new morn be rising? |
19470 | Will fate ever bring us together again? |
19470 | Will my heart never know a surcease from pain? |
19470 | Will she ne''er grow old? |
19470 | Will that day ivver come when a virtuous lass, Alone, withaat insult, in safety may pass? |
19470 | Will the soul soar, or will it sink below? |
19470 | Will the years ne''er tame her? |
19470 | Wod yo bawk a chap ov his desire? |
19470 | Wod yo leead a happy life? |
19470 | Wor it intended some should grooap, Battlin with th''world o''care, Wol others full ov joy an hooap Have happiness to spare? |
19470 | Wor it to tell us keep away, Yo hav''nt room?" |
19470 | Wor yo ivver at Horton Tide? |
19470 | Yet, why should we repine? |
19470 | __________ Old Jenny sat silently freeatin,-- Sed Alec,"Pray lass, what''s to do?" |
19470 | an th''mooast on it''s saand: What''s rotten aw''ll throw into th''street-- Worn''t it gooid to ligg thear to be faand? |
19470 | aw cried,"an is it thee''At''s call''d owd Nick?" |
19470 | cried the shopman in a rage--"What shall we live to see? |
19470 | has ta lost thi wits? |
19470 | ne''er repine at thi lot, If thart useful what moor can ta be? |
19470 | oh, what is ther grander, When years have rolled by sin''yo left an old friend? |
19470 | oh, when? |
19470 | oh, where is my dearie? |
19470 | sich a thowt maks one''s blooid to run chill,-- Has that lass gooan for ivver to sleep? |
19470 | to- day Arn''t we blest wi''a seet o''gooid luck? |
19470 | what can you do, love, When I am dead and gone?" |
19470 | what does ta mean?" |
19470 | what meeans all this fuss? |
19470 | whear''s ta been? |
19470 | where are yo throo? |