| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Bad Sooart. | Aw'd rayther face a redwut brick, | | 36 | 1081 |
| 2: | A Breet Prospect. | As aw passed Wit'orth chapel 'twor just five o'clock, | | 28 | 460 |
| 3: | A Brussen Bubble. | Bet wor a stirrin, strappin lass, | | 80 | 478 |
| 4: | A Cold Dooas. | One neet aw went hooam, what time aw can't tell, | | 58 | 478 |
| 5: | A Friend to Me. | Poor Dick nah sleeps quietly, his labor is done, | | 24 | 507 |
| 6: | A Gooid Kursmiss Day. | It wor Kursmiss day, - we wor ready for fun, | | 44 | 509 |
| 7: | A Hawporth. | Whear is thi Daddy, doy? Whear is thi mam? | | 14 | 511 |
| 8: | A Jolly Beggar. | Aw'm as rich as a Jew, tho aw havn't a meg, | | 27 | 507 |
| 9: | A Lucky Dog. | Tha'rt a rough en; - aye tha art, - an aw'll bet | | 54 | 503 |
| 10: | A Millionaire. | Aw wodn't gie a penny piece | | 48 | 507 |
| 11: | A Neet at "Widup's Rest." | We've mooast on us, at one 'time or another, | | 167 | 472 |
| 12: | A Neet When Aw've Nowt To Do. | Why lad, awm sewer tha'rt ommost done, | | 60 | 518 |
| 13: | A New Year's Gift. | A little lad, - bare wor his feet, | | 32 | 488 |
| 14: | A Pair o' Black Een. | One neet as aw trudged throo mi wark, | | 52 | 511 |
| 15: | A Pointer. | Just listen to mi stooary lads, | | 43 | 525 |
| 16: | A Quiet Day. | A'a! its grand to have th' place to yorsen! | | 84 | 556 |
| 17: | A Quiet Tawk. | Nah, lass, caar thi daan, an let's have a chat | | 32 | 511 |
| 18: | A Sad Mishap. | Come, John lad, tell me what's to do, | | 36 | 494 |
| 19: | A Safe Investment. | Yo fowk 'at's some brass to invest, | | 56 | 463 |
| 20: | A Screw Lawse. | When rich fowk are feastin, an poor fowk are grooanin, | | 12 | 490 |
| 21: | A Song of the Snow | Oh the snow, - the bright fleecy snow! | | 40 | 466 |
| 22: | A Strange Stooary. | Aw know some fowk will call it crime, | | 131 | 470 |
| 23: | A Summer Shaar. | It nobbut luks like tother day, | | 52 | 587 |
| 24: | A Tale For Th' Childer, On Christmas Eve. | Little childer, - little childer; | | 64 | 485 |
| 25: | A True Tale. | Ther's a Squire lives at th' Hall 'at's lukt up to, | | 40 | 478 |
| 26: | A Warnin. | A'a dear, what it is to be big! | | 40 | 498 |
| 27: | A Wife. | Wod yo leead a happy life? | | 48 | 553 |
| 28: | A Wife. | Who is it, when one starts for th' day | | 28 | 475 |
| 29: | A Yorksher Bite. | Bless all them bonny lasses, | | 12 | 431 |
| 30: | Act Square. | Another day will follow this, | | 40 | 470 |
| 31: | Advice to Jenny. | Jenny, Jenny, dry thi ee, | | 40 | 508 |
| 32: | Aght o' Wark. | Aw've been laikin for ommost eight wick, | | 40 | 474 |
| 33: | Alice. | Dear little Alice lay dying; | | 68 | 464 |
| 34: | All on a Christmas Morning. | The wind it blew cold, and the ice was thick, | | 45 | 450 |
| 35: | All Tawk. | Some tawk becoss they think they're born | | 8 | 436 |
| 36: | All We Had. | It worn't for her winnin ways, | | 68 | 503 |
| 37: | An Acrostic. | H a! if yo'd nobbut known that lass, | | 14 | 521 |
| 38: | An Old Man's Christmas Morning. | Its a long time sin thee an' me have met befoor, owd lad, | | 68 | 458 |
| 39: | Angels of Sunderland. In Memoriam, June 16th, 1893. | On the sixteenth of June, eighteen eighty-three, | | 72 | 437 |
| 40: | Another Babby. | Another! - well, my bonny lad, | | 48 | 483 |
| 41: | April Fooils (Prose) | Niver try to mak a fooil ov onybody this month; ther's fooils enuff i'th world already. | | 4 | 581 |
| 42: | Aw Can't Tell. | Aw nivver rammel mich abaat, | | 24 | 469 |
| 43: | Aw Wodn't For All Aw Could See. | Why the dickens do some fowk keep thrustin, | | 40 | 465 |
| 44: | Awr Annie. | Saw yo that lass wi' her wicked een? | | 40 | 495 |
| 45: | Awr Dooad. | Her ladyship's getten a babby, | | 48 | 501 |
| 46: | Awr Lad. | Beautiful babby! Beautiful lad! | | 50 | 476 |
| 47: | Awst Nivver Be Jaylus. | Awst nivver be jaylus, net aw! | | 40 | 524 |
| 48: | Babby Burds. | Aw wander'd aght one summer's morn, | | 100 | 522 |
| 49: | Bachelors Quest. | She may be dark or may be fair, | | 40 | 452 |
| 50: | Backward Turn, Oh! Recollection. | Backward turn, oh! recollection! | | 32 | 443 |
| 51: | Be Happy. | Some fowk ivverlastinly grummel, | | 32 | 502 |
| 52: | Bide Thi Time. | Bide thi time! it's sure to come, | | 35 | 458 |
| 53: | Billy Bumble's Bargain. | Young Billy Bumble bowt a pig, | | 144 | 449 |
| 54: | Bite Bigger | As aw hurried throo th' taan to mi wark, | | 60 | 464 |
| 55: | Bite Bigger. | As aw hurried throo th' taan to mi wark, | | 60 | 557 |
| 56: | Bless 'em! | O, the lasses, the lasses, God bless 'em! | | 24 | 463 |
| 57: | Blue Bells. | Bonny little Blue-bells | | 56 | 425 |
| 58: | Bonny Mary Ann. | When but a little toddlin thing, | | 40 | 429 |
| 59: | Bonny Yorksher. | Bonny Yorksher! how aw love thi! | | 48 | 496 |
| 60: | Booith-Taan Election. (Prose) | This place 'is nearly a mile from the good old town of Halifax. | | 19 | 456 |
| 61: | Briggate at Setterdy Neet. | Sin Leeds wor a city it puts on grand airs, | | 56 | 516 |
| 62: | Buttermilk &c. (Prose) | May is the month for Buttermilk! A doctor once tell'd me it wor worth a guinea a pint; | | 1 | 505 |
| 63: | Cash V. Cupid. | Aw dooat on a lass wi' a bonny face, | | 32 | 503 |
| 64: | Charming May. | O! charming May! That's what they say. | | 53 | 526 |
| 65: | Claude. | I named him Claude, 'twas a strange conceit, | | 48 | 451 |
| 66: | Cleenin' Daan Month (Prose) | May is abaat th' warst pairt o'th' year for a wed chap, | | 1 | 431 |
| 67: | Come thi Ways in. | Come thi ways in, an God bless thi, lad! | | 48 | 504 |
| 68: | Come Thi Ways! | Bonny lassie, come thi ways, | | 24 | 466 |
| 69: | Contrasts. | If yo've a fancy for a spree, | | 40 | 460 |
| 70: | Coortin Days. | Coortin days, - Coortin days, - loved one an lover! | | 40 | 481 |
| 71: | Cuckoo! | Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Just a word i' thi ear, | | 32 | 441 |
| 72: | Dad's Lad. | Little patt'rin, clatt'rin feet, | | 30 | 522 |
| 73: | De Profundis. | Down in the deeps of dark despair and woe; | | 32 | 569 |
| 74: | Dick an Me. | Two old fogies, - Dick an me, | | 54 | 425 |
| 75: | Did yo Ivver! | Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn, | | 44 | 460 |
| 76: | Disapointment. (Prose) | Blessed are they who expect nothing, for they shall net be disappointed. | | 2 | 423 |
| 77: | Ditherum Dump. | Ditherum dump lived i'th' haase behund th' pump, | | 48 | 425 |
| 78: | Do your Best and Leave the Rest. | As through life you journey onward | | 32 | 461 |
| 79: | Done Agean. | Aw've a rare lump o' beef on a dish, | | 48 | 511 |
| 80: | Dooant Forget the Old Fowks. | Dooant forget the old fowks, | | 42 | 440 |
| 81: | Drink. | When yo see a chap covered wi' rags, | | 32 | 484 |
| 82: | Duffin Johnny. (A Rifleman's Adventure.) | Th' mooin shone breet wi' silver leet, | | 104 | 425 |
| 83: | Election. (Prose) | Candidates at an election allus reminds me ov a lot o' bees turned aat, | | 1 | 388 |
| 84: | End o' th' Year (Prose) | It's a long loin 'at's niver a turn, an' th' longest loin ends somewhear. | | 29 | 407 |
| 85: | Fairly Weel-off. | Ov whooalsum food aw get mi fill, | | 54 | 399 |
| 86: | Fault Finders. (Prose) | If ther's ony sooart o' fowk aw hate, it's them at's allus lukkin' aght for faults; | | 15 | 478 |
| 87: | Flaar Shows (Prose) | When ther's a flaar show, clooas show at th' same time. | | 1 | 409 |
| 88: | Fooils (Prose) | Ther's some born fooils, an' ther's some mak thersen fooils, an'. | | 2 | 446 |
| 89: | Force of Example (Prose) | Last May Mr. Goosequill, attorney-at-law, | | 1 | 461 |
| 90: | Fowk Next Door. | Said Mistress Smith to Mistress Green, | | 56 | 445 |
| 91: | Give it 'em Hot. | Give it 'em hot, an be hanged to ther feelins! | | 24 | 445 |
| 92: | Gooid Bye, Old Lad. | Ge me thi hand, mi trusty friend, | | 28 | 450 |
| 93: | Gradely Weel off. | Draw thi cheer nigher th' foir, put th' knittin away, | | 46 | 484 |
| 94: | Grondad's Lullaby. | Sleep bonny babby, thi grondad is near, | | 32 | 453 |
| 95: | Gronfayther's Days. | A, Johnny! A'a, Johnny! aw'm sooary for thee! | | 28 | 456 |
| 96: | Growin Old. | Old age, aw can feel's creepin on, | | 48 | 490 |
| 97: | Gunpaader Plot (Prose) | Squibs an' crackers! Starleets an' catterin wheels! | | 1 | 450 |
| 98: | Happen Thine. | Then its O! for a wife, sich a wife as aw know! | | 32 | 431 |
| 99: | Happy Sam's Song. | Varry monny years ago, when this world wor rather young, | | 36 | 414 |
| 100: | Hay-Making (Prose) | I hope my readers will regard that varry gooid advice, | | 1 | 408 |
| 101: | Heart Brokken. | He wor a poor hard workin lad, | | 80 | 444 |
| 102: | Heather Bells. | Ye little flowrets, wild an free, | | 72 | 401 |
| 103: | Help Thisen. | Come, help thisen, lad, - help thisen!" | | 48 | 448 |
| 104: | Hide not thy Face. | Hide not Thy face, - and though the road | | 32 | 435 |
| 105: | His Dowter Gate Wed. | He'd had his share ov ups an daans, | | 88 | 389 |
| 106: | Hold up yer Heeads. | Hold up yer heeads, tho' at poor workin men | | 12 | 435 |
| 107: | Holinworth Lake (Prose) | Th' mooast remarkable thing 'at aw' con recollect abaat this time last year, | | 2 | 395 |
| 108: | Horton Tide. | Wor yo ivver at Horton Tide? | | 45 | 399 |
| 109: | I Know I Love Thee. | I shall never forget the day, Annie, | | 40 | 469 |
| 110: | I Would not Live Alway. | I would not live alway, | | 28 | 423 |
| 111: | I'd a Dream. | I'd a dream last night of my boyhood's days, | | 32 | 430 |
| 112: | If. | Dear Jenny, if fortun should favour mi lot, | | 24 | 414 |
| 113: | In my Garden of Roses. | Oh! Come to me, darling! My Sweet! | | 32 | 387 |
| 114: | Information (Prose) | Divine Service was held in the Temperance Hall, | | 1 | 440 |
| 115: | Is it Reight? | Awm noa radical, liberal nor toory, | | 32 | 407 |
| 116: | It may be Soa. | This world's made up ov leet an shade, | | 51 | 482 |
| 117: | It's a comfort. (Prose) | It's a comfort a chap can do withaat what he connot get. | | 1 | 429 |
| 118: | Its True. | Ther's things i'plenty aw despise; | | 51 | 418 |
| 119: | Jealousy. (Prose) | It wad be a poor shop, wad this world, if it worn't for love! | | 8 | 424 |
| 120: | Jimmy's Choice. | One limpin Jimmy wed a lass; | | 88 | 489 |
| 121: | Jockey an Dolly. | Th' sun shone breet at early morn, | | 36 | 407 |
| 122: | Lads an Lasses. | Lads an lasses lend yor ears | | 48 | 468 |
| 123: | Lamentin' An Repentin'. | Awst be better when spring comes, aw think, | | 80 | 507 |
| 124: | Lass o'th Haley Hill. | O winds 'at blow, an flaars 'at grow, | | 28 | 416 |
| 125: | Latter Wit. | Awm sittin o' that old stooan seeat, | | 52 | 459 |
| 126: | Let th' Lasses Alooan! | What a lot ov advice ther is wasted; | | 64 | 362 |
| 127: | Lilly-White Hand. | Place thy lilly-white hand in mine, | | 28 | 463 |
| 128: | Lily's Gooan. | Well, Robert! what's th' matter! nah mun, | | 56 | 426 |
| 129: | Lines on Receiving a Bunch of Wild Hyacinths by Post. | Sweet, drooping, azure tinted bells, | | 36 | 413 |
| 130: | Lines, on finding a butterfly in a weaving shed. | Nay surelee tha's made a mistak; | | 24 | 404 |
| 131: | Lines, on Startling a Rabbit. | Whew! - Tha'rt in a famous hurry! | | 32 | 428 |
| 132: | Little Sunshine. | Winsome, wee and witty, | | 72 | 366 |
| 133: | Looking Back. | I've been sitting reviewing the past, dear wife, | | 32 | 445 |
| 134: | Lost Love. | Shoo wor a bonny, bonny lass, | | 40 | 455 |
| 135: | Love An' Labor. | Th' swallows are buildin ther nests, Jenny, | | 40 | 412 |
| 136: | Love one Another. | Let's love one another, it's better bi far; | | 40 | 443 |
| 137: | Love. | Love - love - love - love, - | | 38 | 480 |
| 138: | Mak a Gooid Start. | Let's mak a gooid start, nivver fear | | 48 | 515 |
| 139: | Mak th' Best Ont. | Mak th' best on't, - mak th' best on't, - tho' th' job be a bad en, | | 24 | 437 |
| 140: | March Winds (Prose) | These winds blow rayther strong - stronger sometimes nor what feels pleasant. | | 1 | 384 |
| 141: | Mary Hanner's Peanner. | When aw cooarted Mary Hanner, | | 48 | 424 |
| 142: | Mary Jane. | One Easter Mundy, for a spree, | | 64 | 383 |
| 143: | Mary's Bonnet. | Have yo seen awr Mary's bonnet? | | 40 | 446 |
| 144: | Mary. | My Mary's as sweet as the flowers that grow, | | 32 | 451 |
| 145: | Matilda Jane. | Matilda Jane wor fat an fair, | | 40 | 437 |
| 146: | Matty's Reason. | Nah, Matty! what meeans all this fuss? | | 93 | 391 |
| 147: | Mediated Strike (Prose) | At a meeting of the tax-collectors of the W - - R - -g of - -shire, | | 1 | 450 |
| 148: | Mi Bonny Yorksher Lass. | Aw've travelled East, West, North, an South, | | 40 | 381 |
| 149: | Mi Darling Muse. | Mi darlin' Muse, aw coax and pet her, | | 30 | 434 |
| 150: | Mi Fayther's Pipe. | Aw've a treasure yo'd laff if yo saw, | | 56 | 439 |
| 151: | Mi Love's Come Back. | Let us have a jolly spree, | | 32 | 412 |
| 152: | Mi Old Slippers. | Aw'm wearily trudgin throo mire an weet, | | 32 | 404 |
| 153: | Mi Old Umberel | What matters if some fowk deride, | | 24 | 425 |
| 154: | Missed his Mark. | Aw like fowrk to succeed i' life if they've an honest aim, | | 32 | 420 |
| 155: | Missin Yor Way. | It wor dark an mi way wor across a wild mooar, | | 64 | 382 |
| 156: | Modest Jack o' Wibsey Slack. | At Wibsey Slack lived modest Jack, | | 48 | 435 |
| 157: | Moral. | Yo fowk 'ats tempted to goa buy | | 8 | 442 |
| 158: | My Doctrine. | Aw wodn't care to live at all, | | 32 | 463 |
| 159: | My Gronfayther's Days. | A'a, Jonny! a'a Johnny! aw'm sooary for thee! | | 28 | 410 |
| 160: | My Lass. | Fairest lass amang the monny, | | 36 | 423 |
| 161: | My Native Twang. | They tell me aw'm a vulgar chap, | | 56 | 456 |
| 162: | My Polly. | My Polly's varry bonny, | | 28 | 388 |
| 163: | My Queen | Annie - Oh! what a weary while | | 40 | 426 |
| 164: | Mysterious Disapperance. (Prose) | A short time ago Mr. Fitzivitz, of Rank end, | | 1 | 473 |
| 165: | Natty Nancy. | Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel, | | 184 | 439 |
| 166: | Nearing Home. | We are near the last bend of the river, | | 24 | 411 |
| 167: | Nettie. | Nettie, Nettie! oh, she's pretty! | | 40 | 428 |
| 168: | New Machinery &c. (Prose) | It shows varry little sense for fowk to object to a new machine till they've tried it, | | 2 | 404 |
| 169: | New Year's Parties (Prose) | Its net oft at aw have mich to do wi' parties. | | 3 | 384 |
| 170: | Nivver Heed. | Let others boast ther bit o' brass, | | 32 | 441 |
| 171: | None think Alike. (Prose) | What suits one body doesn't suit another. Aw niver knew two fowk 'at allus thowt alike; | | 12 | 417 |
| 172: | Nooan So Bad. | This world is net a paradise, | | 32 | 452 |
| 173: | November's Here. | Dullest month of all the year, | | 28 | 406 |
| 174: | Now and Then. | Did we but know what lurks beyond the NOW; | | 30 | 423 |
| 175: | October Ale (Prose) | They reckon to brew a gooid sup o' ale in October, an' they call it "Prime owd October." | | 1 | 394 |
| 176: | Old Dave to th' New Parson. | Soa, yo're th' new parson, are yo? | | 72 | 380 |
| 177: | Old Moorcock. | Awm havin a smook bi misel, | | 72 | 505 |
| 178: | On Strike. | He wandered slipshod through the street, | | 44 | 432 |
| 179: | On the Banks of the Calder. | On Calder's green banks I stroll sadly and lonely, | | 36 | 386 |
| 180: | Once Agean Welcome. | Once agean welcome! oh, what is ther grander, | | 32 | 404 |
| 181: | Once Upon a Time. | When dull November's misty shroud, | | 32 | 431 |
| 182: | Passing Events. | Passing events, - tell, what are they I pray? | | 24 | 372 |
| 183: | Peevish Poll. | Aw've heeard ov Mary Mischief, | | 68 | 493 |
| 184: | Persevere. | What tho' th' claads aboon luk dark, | | 48 | 407 |
| 185: | Peter Prime's Principles. | Sup up thi gill, owd Peter Prime, | | 60 | 441 |
| 186: | Peter's Prayer. | His face wor varry thin an pale, | | 32 | 462 |
| 187: | Plagues (Prose) | A lecture on this subject was delivered on Tuesday evening, | | 1 | 426 |
| 188: | Plain Jane. | Plain Jane - plain Jane; | | 51 | 449 |
| 189: | Plenty o' Brass. | A'a! it's grand to ha plenty o' brass! | | 48 | 426 |
| 190: | Poetry and Prose. | Do you remember the wood, love, | | 40 | 446 |
| 191: | Policeman's Scrape (Prose) | Tawkin abaat policemen reminds me ov a mess one on 'em gate into a while sin. | | 5 | 402 |
| 192: | Poor Old Hat. | Poor old hat! poor old hat! like misen tha's grown | | 48 | 469 |
| 193: | Prime October. | Ther's some fowk like watter, | | 40 | 425 |
| 194: | Progress. (Prose) | This is the age of progress; and it is not slo progress nawther. | | 13 | 383 |
| 195: | Put up wi' it. (Prose) | Aw think aw could tell what day it wor th o' aw didn't know if aw could see | | 34 | 384 |
| 196: | Queen ov Skircoit Green. | Have yo seen mi bonny Mary, | | 48 | 462 |
| 197: | Red Stockin. | Shoo wor shoeless, an shiverin, an weet, | | 60 | 468 |
| 198: | Rejected. | Gooid bye, lass, aw dunnot blame, | | 48 | 415 |
| 199: | Remorse. | None ever knew I had wronged her, | | 32 | 449 |
| 200: | Repentant. | Oh lend me thy hand in the darkness, | | 32 | 415 |
| 201: | Sam it up. (Prose) | Ther's a deal o' things scattered raand, | | 8 | 391 |
| 202: | Scientific (Prose) | After the annual excursion of the Lowly Dale Scientific Society, | | 1 | 443 |
| 203: | Seaside. (Prose) | Iverybody 'at is owt is awther just settin' off or just gettin' back throo th' spaws. | | 1 | 409 |
| 204: | Second Thowts. | Aw've been walkin up th' loin all ith weet, | | 24 | 462 |
| 205: | September Month. (Prose) | Blackberries are ripe in September, an' we may consider th' year's ripe, | | 8 | 431 |
| 206: | Settin Off. | It isn't 'at aw want to rooam | | 40 | 427 |
| 207: | Shiver the Goblet. | Shiver the goblet and scatter the wine! | | 48 | 424 |
| 208: | Shoo's thi Sister. | Gently, gently, shoo's thi sister, | | 42 | 422 |
| 209: | Shut Out. | Far, far beyond the skies, | | 24 | 419 |
| 210: | Sing On. | Sing on, tha bonny burd, sing on, sing on; | | 36 | 414 |
| 211: | Sixty an Sixteen. | We're older nor we used to be, | | 44 | 444 |
| 212: | Sixty, Turned, To-day. | Aw'm turned o' sixty, nah, old lass, | | 48 | 431 |
| 213: | Smiles, Tears, Getting on. (Prose) | Smiles are things aw like to see, an'. they're noa less acceptable becoss sometimes ther's a tear or two. | | 2 | 408 |
| 214: | Soa Bonny. | Aw've travell'd o'er land, an aw've travell'd o'er sea, | | 28 | 403 |
| 215: | Sol An' Doll. | Awm a young Yorksher lad as jolly an gay, | | 32 | 404 |
| 216: | Somdy's Chonce. | What's a poor lass like me to do, | | 48 | 405 |
| 217: | Somebody's. | Oh, isn't it nice to be somebody's? | | 32 | 419 |
| 218: | Song for th' Hard Times, (1879.) | Nah chaps, pray dooant think it's a sarmon awm praichin, | | 56 | 488 |
| 219: | Still True To Nell. | Th' sun wor settin, - red an gold, | | 40 | 383 |
| 220: | Stir thi Lass! | Come lassie be stirrin, for th' lark's up ith' lift, | | 30 | 427 |
| 221: | Stop at Hooam. | Tha wodn't goa an leave me, Jim, | | 76 | 373 |
| 222: | Sunset. | Last eve the sun went down | | 40 | 396 |
| 223: | Sweet Mistress Moore. | Mistress Moore is Johnny's wife, | | 42 | 473 |
| 224: | Take Heart! | Roughest roads, we often find, | | 52 | 475 |
| 225: | Th' Better Part. | A poor owd man wi' tott'ring gait, | | 48 | 411 |
| 226: | Th' Demon o' Debt. | We read ov a man once possessed ov a devil, | | 32 | 421 |
| 227: | Th' First o'th Sooart. | Aw heeard a funny tale last neet | | 104 | 401 |
| 228: | Th' Honest Hard Worker. | It's hard what poor fowk mun put up wi'! | | 56 | 479 |
| 229: | Th' Lad 'at Loves his Mother. | Aw like to see a lot o' lads | | 40 | 406 |
| 230: | Th' Last Month (Prose) | Th' last month o' th' year; an' ther's summat rayther sorrowful abaat th' last o' owt, | | 1 | 382 |
| 231: | Th' Lesser Evil. | Young Harry wor a single chap, | | 52 | 376 |
| 232: | Th' Little Black Hand. | Ther's a spark just o'th tip o' mi pen, | | 96 | 429 |
| 233: | Th' Little Stranger. | Little bonny, bonny babby! | | 40 | 388 |
| 234: | Th' New Railrooad. (Prose) | Yo've heeard tell abaat th new railrooad aw dar say? | | 32 | 363 |
| 235: | Th' Next Mornin'. | Aw'll nivver get druffen noa mooar, | | 32 | 514 |
| 236: | Th' Owd, Owd Story. | It wor th' owd, owd story he towd her, | | 40 | 400 |
| 237: | Th' Short-Timer. | Some poets sing o' gipsy queens, | | 59 | 412 |
| 238: | Th' State o' th' Poll. A nop tickle illusion. | Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, | | 144 | 409 |
| 239: | Th' Traitle Sop. | Once in a little country taan | | 96 | 366 |
| 240: | That Christmas Puddin. | Ha weel aw remember that big Christmas puddin, | | 30 | 447 |
| 241: | That Drabbled Brat. | Goa hooam, - tha little drabbled brat, | | 44 | 409 |
| 242: | That Lad Next Door. | Aw've nowt agean mi naybors, | | 40 | 474 |
| 243: | That Lass. | Awm nobbut a poor workin man, | | 24 | 394 |
| 244: | That's a Fact. | A'a Mary aw'm glad 'at that's thee! | | 64 | 430 |
| 245: | That's All. | Mi hair is besprinkled wi' gray, | | 32 | 462 |
| 246: | The Dean's Brother. | A little lad, but thinly clad, | | 112 | 417 |
| 247: | The Linnet. | Little linnet, - stop a minnit, | | 56 | 497 |
| 248: | The Match Girl. | Merrily rang out the midnight bells, | | 76 | 429 |
| 249: | The New Year (Prose) | What a charm ther is abaat owt new; whether it's a new year or a new waist-coit. | | 3 | 385 |
| 250: | The New Year's Resolve. | Says Dick, "ther's a nooation sprung up i' mi yed, | | 32 | 413 |
| 251: | The Old Bachelor's Story. | It was an humble cottage, | | 120 | 432 |
| 252: | The Open Gates. | My heart was sad when first we met; | | 36 | 418 |
| 253: | The Violet. | Little simple violet, | | 32 | 433 |
| 254: | Their Fred. | He's a nowt! If ther's owt | | 62 | 493 |
| 255: | Ther's Much Expected. | Life's pathway is full o' deep ruts, | | 40 | 469 |
| 256: | Ther's sunshine an storm | Ther's sunshine an storm as we travel along, | | 8 | 396 |
| 257: | They all do it. | They're all buildin nests for thersen, | | 40 | 398 |
| 258: | Those Days have Gone. | Those days have gone, those happy days, | | 32 | 467 |
| 259: | Those Tiny Fingers. | She has gone for ever from earth away, | | 32 | 404 |
| 260: | To A Daisy, Found Blooming March 7th. | A'a awm feeared tha's come too sooin, | | 30 | 381 |
| 261: | To a Roadside Flower. | Tha bonny little pooasy! aw'm inclined | | 18 | 400 |
| 262: | To a True Friend. | Here'sa song to mi brave old friend, | | 40 | 406 |
| 263: | To Let. | Aw live in a snug little cot, | | 88 | 437 |
| 264: | To Mally. | Its long sin th' parson made us one, | | 24 | 421 |
| 265: | To my Daughter on her Birthday. | Darling child, to thee I owe, | | 34 | 465 |
| 266: | To my Harp. | Wake up my harp! thy strings begin to rust! | | 40 | 432 |
| 267: | To th' Swallow | Bonny burd! aw'm fain to see thee, | | 24 | 396 |
| 268: | To th' Swallow. | Bonny burd! aw'm fain to see thee, | | 24 | 408 |
| 269: | To W. F. Wallett. The Queen's Jester. | Wallett, old friend! Thy way's been long; | | 40 | 397 |
| 270: | Tom Grit. | He'd a breet ruddy face an a laffin e'e, | | 44 | 466 |
| 271: | Too Late. | How should I know, | | 32 | 404 |
| 272: | Tother Day. | As awm sittin enjoyin mi pipe, | | 40 | 409 |
| 273: | Trusting Still. | When shall we meet again? | | 40 | 434 |
| 274: | Try a Smile. | This world's full o' trubbles fowk say, but aw daat it, | | 16 | 400 |
| 275: | Try Again. | Look around and see the great men | | 8 | 401 |
| 276: | Uncle Ben. | A gradely chap wor uncle Ben | | 48 | 435 |
| 277: | Valentine Day (Prose) | Ha monny young folk are langin for th' fourteenth o' February! | | 5 | 672 |
| 278: | Valentine Dream (Prose) | On Valentine's day, will a gooid gooise lay," is a varry old sayin', | | 1 | 424 |
| 279: | Waiting at the Gate. | Draw closer to my side to-night, | | 56 | 420 |
| 280: | Waivin Mewsic. | Ther's mewsic ith' shuttle, ith' loom, an ith frame, | | 56 | 418 |
| 281: | Warmin Pan. | That old warmin pan wi' it's raand, brazzen face, | | 24 | 438 |
| 282: | Watterin Places (Prose) | July is th' month to gooa a spawin'; an' fowk luk forrard to it just th' same | | 2 | 376 |
| 283: | What aw Want. | Gie me a little humble cot, | | 36 | 474 |
| 284: | What Is It? | What is it maks a crusty wife | | 36 | 405 |
| 285: | What it Comes to. | Young Alick gate wed, as all gradely chaps do, | | 36 | 396 |
| 286: | What it is to be a Mother. | A'a, dear! what a life has a mother! | | 76 | 431 |
| 287: | What they say. | They say 'at its a waste o' brass - a nasty habit too, | | 36 | 383 |
| 288: | What Wor it? | What wor it made me love thee, lass? | | 42 | 437 |
| 289: | Whear Natur Missed it. | As Rueben wor smookin his pipe tother neet, | | 48 | 398 |
| 290: | When Cora Died. | Bells ring out a joyful sound, | | 32 | 385 |
| 291: | When Lost. | If at hooam yo have to tew, | | 12 | 415 |
| 292: | Who Cares? | Down in a cellar cottage | | 144 | 447 |
| 293: | Willie's Weddin. | A'a, Willie, lad, aw'm fain to hear | | 40 | 422 |
| 294: | Winter. (Prose) | Winter's comin'! Top coits an' nickerbockers begin to be sowt up. | | 1 | 464 |
| 295: | Words Ov Kindness. | Tis strange 'at fowk will be sich fooils | | 24 | 383 |
| 296: | Work Away. | Bonny lads, and bonny lasses! | | 8 | 427 |
| 297: | Work Lads! | Work if tha can, it's thi duty to labor; | | 20 | 526 |
| 298: | Years Ago. | Annie I dreamed a strange dream last night, | | 39 | 472 |
| 299: | Young Jockey. | Young Jockey he bowt him a pair o' new shooin, | | 18 | 404 |
