I'SE coomin' back fra' furrin parts,
An', Aa! I'se varra fain
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LIFE'S like a Fair: a vast of work afore
A few hours' fun;
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No matter if things
Go wrong at morn
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LATE afternoon I wandered
Where summering fells are green;
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UP on Yorla intake,
Lookin' doon thoo sees
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MRS. CARTER speaks:
We came oot here in '87,
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WHEN I'se been by Tiber an' when I'se been by Seine,
Listenin' theer messages, I lang to hear agen
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Nobody seems to onderstand
My luvin' Richard Leigh.
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TO be bonny 'gainst thi coomin’
Theer's mony things I'd do,
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RICHARD RYDER! Awake! Awake!
Let's go a-ridin' to-day;
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They're leadin' brekkons doon fra' moors
For cattle-beddin'
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I SIT aside thi Croodle Beck
Watchin' its waiters flow,
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I have a kitlin black as neet,
A canty kit wi' ways sae sweet.
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(DEDICATED TO THE MEMBERS OF THE YORKSHIRE SOCIETY OF NEW ZEALAND)
NORTH Country Dales!
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Now 'at our foki live in towns
Fur winter months, I go an' sit
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EMMA JANE, Emma Jane, did iver you see
Likes o' her! Some folk is terrible proud
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IT'S hard to see all bonnie things
Alone 'at once we shared;
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HOW mony times have I told thee
Niver to fasten t' stable door
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WALLFLOWERS i' my border!
At t' hour when blackies sing
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UP on t' moor-tops,
Wheer cotton-grass grow,
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THERE'S no better dog nor Hardcastle's Rake:
Not a hundred guineas would Hardcastle take.
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To be bonny 'gainst thi coomin'
There are mony things I'd do;
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An old dalewoman speaks:
"JAPONICA! Ay, it makes a brave show,
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NEET wur murky an' wild an' starless,
West wind beldered an' yelled,
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TOM finished t' oak chest he wur carvin'
When leddies-smock coom into flower;
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SO t' Doctor thinks 'at my time is nigh:
But does yon gomerill knaw
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COOM, Cush-Luve, coom, thoo should be in thi byre
By t' edge o' dark,
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T' WIND is in a cold airt,
Hearken to its wail,
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T' Owd .Nurse speaks:
THOO climbs at dusk to brekkon hills
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OLD Nannie has a garden
Where thyme and lad's-love grow,
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