Wild nature in her grandeur had
No charm for me, no charm for me;
Did not the songsters chant thy name
Fra ivvery tree, fra ivvery tree.
Chaos wod hev com agean,
E worlds afar, e worlds afar;
Could aw not see my Mary’s face,
In ivvery star, in ivvery star;
Say when the messenger o’ death,
Sal bid ma come, sal bid ma come;
Wilt thou be foremost in the van,
To tack ma hoam, to tack ma hoam.
A New Devorse.
Says Pug o’ Joans o’ Haworth Brah,
Ta Rodge at Wickin Crag—
Are Nelly’s tung’s a yard too long,
And, by’t mess it can wag.
It’s hell at top o’ t’earth we me,
An’ stand it I am forst;
I’d give all t’brass at I possess,
If I could get devors’d.
Then answer’d Rodge, I hev a dodge,
Az gooid a plan az onny;
A real devorse tha’ll get of course—
It willant cost a penny.
Then tell me what it iz, says Pug,
I’m hommost brocken-hearted;
We’ll go ta Keethlah Warkhaase, lad,
Where man an woife are parted.
Gooise an’ Giblet Pie.
A Kersmass song I’ll sing, me lads,
If yoh’ll bud hearken me;
An incident e Kersmass time,
E eighteen sixty-three:
Withaht a stypher e the world—
I’d scorn to tell a lie—
I dined wi a gentleman
O’ Gooise an’ giblet pie.