Ballads & Songs of Lancashire: Chiefly Older Than the 19th CenturyJohn Harland |
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Common terms and phrases
abeawt aw wur aw'd aw'll aw'm Aw're Aw've ballad beauty Black Bess bless bloom blue bonny breast breath bright carrion crow CHARLES SWAIN charms cheek cheer childer coom cottage dear death deawn doth Droylsden eawr eawt EDWIN WAUGH eyes fair flowers gone Goosnargh green hath heart heaven heaw heawse HENRY KIRK HORTON GROVES JOHN BOLTON JOHN BYROM John Critchley kiss lady Lancashire lass leet lips loike look'd Lord Lord Derwentwater Lucy Neale maid maiden Manchester mother ne'er neaw neet never night o'er pass'd poor reawnd reet Robin rose SAMUEL BAMFORD sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell thae theaw thee There's thine toime tree Twas Twur unto wark We'n weel wheer whoam wife wild WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH WILLIAM HOBSON young
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Page 171 - I AM content, I do not care, Wag as it will the world for me; When fuss and fret was all my fare, It got no ground as I could see : So when away my caring went, I counted cost, and was content. With more of thanks and less of thought, I strive to make my matters meet ; To seek what ancient sages sought, Physic and food in sour and sweet: To take what passes in good part, And keep the hiccups from the heart.
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Page 9 - THERE was an old man, who lived in a wood, As you may plainly see ; He said he could do as much work in a day, As his wife could do in three. With all my heart, the old woman said, If that you will allow, To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead, And I'll go drive the plough. But you must milk the Tidy cow, For fear that she go dry ; And you must feed the little pigs, That are within the sty ; And you must mind the speckled hen, For fear she lay away ; And you must reel the spool of yarn, That I...
Page 129 - The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower; We are here to-day, and gone to-morrow, And are dead in an hour. The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light, A little before it is day, So God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May.
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Page 145 - HOME'S not merely four square walls, Though with pictures hung and gilded ; Home is where affection calls, — Fill'd with shrines the heart hath builded ! Home ! — go watch the faithful dove, Sailing 'neath the heaven above us ; Home is where there's one to love ; Home is where there 's one to love us...
Page 66 - My dog I was ever well pleased to see Come wagging his tail to my Fair One and me; And Phebe was pleased too, and to my dog said, 'Come hither, poor fellow,' and patted his head. . But now, when he's fawning, I with a sour look, Cry. 'Sirrah!