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  • When John O'Dick Comes A-Courtin'
    When John o' Dick comes a-courtin',
    We sit togither on t' lang-settle;
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • A Luver’s Calendar
    January
    When snow’s on tops
    70 lines, 1 comment
  • T’ Football Match
    Eh! Thoo’s a seet wi’ thi bandaged head
    An’ collar-bone broke! Why do lads play
    7 lines, 1 comment
  • The Twelve days of Yule
    The first day of Yule, I gave my dearest dear
    Sprigs of berried hollins from a bush at Buttermere.
    13 lines
  • The Daughter Of Gypsy Nan
    There’s a dance to-night at the Institute.
    For the young men there I don’t care a hoot;
    28 lines
  • T' Lahl Hoose
    Ah's coomin' back fra' furrin parts,
    An', Aa! Ah's varra fain
    43 lines
  • Mrs. Buffey’s Canary
    yon bird of Mrs. Buffey's sings
    As if he'd see a hundred springs;
    7 lines
  • My Luve a-Laikin [lilt for music]
    When throstles sing in ivery copse,
    An' blackies* vie wi' them,
    22 lines
  • Whisper Dale – A Lullaby
    WIND is soughin'
    Thro' sycamore top;
    25 lines
  • Builders
    Under my cherry-tree when work is done
    I smoke an' watch lile birds. They have begun
    9 lines
  • Luve
    Thoo doesn't think I luve thee
    Tho' I write thee every day
    38 lines, 4 comments
  • A Year
    Last winter, after sundown,
    I'd spend an hour or so
    16 lines
  • Doy*
    Thoo’s varra fain to meet me
    When work is done at t' Mill,
    16 lines
  • Market Day
    Market days it allus rains,
    An' yestreen it wur snowin',
    24 lines
  • A Letter
    I am here in Wensleydale
    Waiting fur a letter,
    11 lines, 3 comments
  • Ridin' to our Dale-head
    Ridin’ to our dale-head,
    Lad, what shall we finnd
    16 lines
  • At Barden Brig
    By Yorkshire moor, by Yorkshire dale,
    We've wandered mony a league,
    27 lines
  • I Wrote a Letter
    I wrote a letter to my luve
    An' posted it yestreen,
    24 lines
  • T' Cherry Tree
    We cannot bring back
    Our wild cherry's glory,
    16 lines
  • Fra' Dallow
    No matter wheer thoo wander,
    Be't North, South, East or West,
    25 lines
  • T' Wensleydale Lass
    Thoo has no call to worry;
    Theer's niver, niver a one
    11 lines
  • Thoo
    I MAY not call thee "Sweetheart,"
    "My ain, my dearest Dear,"
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • T' Lass to her Galloway* "Jerry"
    Ho! my Jerry, to-day we go
    Afore sun-up, afore cock-crow,
    24 lines
  • Wensleydale Lullaby
    SETTLE doon, my Poppet joy,
    Noo t' birds an' t' beasts are sleepin',
    45 lines, 1 comment
  • Doy, My Ain Doy
    LULLA, O Lullaby,
    Doy, my ain doy,
    30 lines
  • Yorkshire Gypsy
    "O, you shall live in a great stone hall,
    In a parkland fair and wide,
    48 lines
  • Gypsy Bride
    FORGET 'at iver I ran barefoot
    An' danced round a brushwood fire,
    33 lines
  • At Harden Brigg
    BY Yorkshire moor, by Yorkshire dale,
    We've wandered mony a league,
    27 lines
  • Isaiah Boswell (On the outskirts of Chicago)
    Now 'at our foki live in towns
    Fur winter months, I go an' sit
    11 lines
  • Moorland Wife
    Mother-in-law:
    IF I had known
    49 lines
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