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Yorkshire Ditties, First Series To Which Is Added The Cream Of Wit And Humour From His Popular Writings   By: (1839-1915)

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Yorkshire Ditties


John Hartley Born 1839 Died 1915

to which is added the Cream of Wit and Humour from his popular writings.

First Series

London W. Nicholson & Sons, Limited, 26, Paternoster Square, E.C and Albion Works, Wakefield.

[entered at stationers' hall]


As the First Volume of the Yorkshire Ditties has been for some time out of print, and as there is a great demand for the very humorous productions of Mr. Hartley's pen, it has been decided to reprint that Volume, and also a Second One; both to be considerably enlarged and enriched by Selections from Mr. Hartley's other humorous writings.

The Publishers would also intimate that for this purpose they have purchased of Mr. Hartley the copyright of the DITTIES, and other Pieces appended to each Volume.

The Publishers presume that both Volumes will, on account of their great humour, be favourably received by the Public.



Bite Bigger To th' Swallow Plenty o' Brass Th' Little Stranger Babby Burds Wayvin Mewsic That's a Fact Stop at Hooam The Short Timer Th' First o'th' Soart Lines, on Finding a Butterfly in a Weaving Shed Uncle Ben The New Year's Resolve The Old Bachelor's Story Aght o' Wark Another Babby The Little Black Hand Lily's Gooan My Native Twang Shoo's thi' Sister Persevere To a Roadside Flower

Prose Pieces. Cream of Wit and Humour from his popular writings

The New Year Valentine Day March Winds April Fooils Policeman's Scrape Information Watterin' Places Flaar Shows October Ale Force of Example Gunpaader Plot Th' Last Month Meditated Strike New Year's Parties Smiles, Tears, Getting on Mysterious Disappearance Sam it up Fooils Cleanin' Daan Month Hay making Hollingworth Lake Plagues End o'th' Year Scientific Valentine Dream

Bite Bigger

As aw hurried throo th' taan to mi wark, (Aw wur lat, for all th' whistles had gooan,) Aw happen'd to hear a remark, 'At ud fotch tears throo th' heart ov a stooan It wur raanin, an' snawin, and cowd, An' th' flagstoans wur covered wi' muck, An' th' east wind booath whistled an' howl'd, It saanded like nowt but ill luck; When two little lads, donn'd i' rags, Baght stockins or shoes o' ther feet, Coom trapesin away ower th' flags, Booath on 'em sodden'd wi th' weet. Th' owdest mud happen be ten, Th' young en be hauf on't, noa moor; As aw luk'd on, aw sed to misen, God help fowk this weather 'at's poor! Th' big en sam'd summat off th' graand, An' aw luk'd just to see what 't could be; 'Twur a few wizend flaars he'd faand, An' they seem'd to ha fill'd him wi glee: An' he sed, "Come on, Billy, may be We shall find summat else by an by, An' if net, tha mun share thease wi me When we get to some spot where its dry." Leet hearted they trotted away, An' aw follow'd, coss 'twur i' mi rooad; But aw thowt awd nee'er seen sich a day It worn't fit ta be aght for a tooad. Sooin th' big en agean slipt away, An' sam'd summat else aght o'th' muck, An' he cried aght, "Luk here, Bill! to day Arn't we blest wi' a seet o' gooid luck? Here's a apple! an' th' mooast on it's saand: What's rotten aw'll throw into th' street Worn't it gooid to ligg thear to be faand? Nah booath on us con have a treat." Soa he wiped it, an' rubb'd it, an' then Sed, Billy, "thee bite off a bit; If tha hasn't been lucky thisen Tha shall share wi' me sich as aw get." Soa th' little en bate off a touch, T'other's face beamed wi' pleasur all throo, An' he said, "Nay, tha hasn't taen much, Bite agean, an' bite bigger; nah do!" Aw waited to hear nowt noa moor, Thinks aw, thear's a lesson for me! Tha's a heart i' thi breast, if tha'rt poor: Th' world wur richer wi' moor sich as thee! Tuppince wur all th' brass aw had, An' awd ment it for ale when coom nooin, But aw thowt aw'll goa give it yond lad, He desarves it for what he's been dooin; Soa aw sed, "Lad, here's tuppince for thee, For thi sen," an' they stared like two geese, But he sed, woll th' tear stood in his e'e, "Nah, it'll just be a penny a piece... Continue reading book >>

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