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Title: Yorkshire Ditties, Second Series
To which is added The Cream of Wit and Humour
from his Popular
Writings
Author: John Hartley
Release Date: February 19, 2006 [EBook #17799]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
0. START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YORKSHIRE
DITTIES, SECOND SERIES ***
Produced by David Fawthrop
DEDICATION.
To RICHARD CHERRY, C. E.,
as a small token of the respect in which he is held by The Author.
YORKSHIRE DITTIES;
BY JOHN HARTLEY; Born 1839 Died 1915
T O WHICH IS ADDED THE CREAM OF WIT AND HUMOUR,
FROM HIS POPULAR WRITINGS.
Second Series
WAKEFIELD: WILLIAM NICHOLSON AND SONS.

LONDON: S. D. EWINS JR. AND CO., 22, PATERNOSTER
ROW.
MANCHESTER: JOHN HEYWOOD, AND A.

HEYWOOD AND SON.
[ENTERED AT STATIONERS'
HALL.]
PREFACE.
We offer no apology for presenting this little book to the
public, feeling sure from our past experience, that it will be kindly
welcomed by a great many lovers of their "native twang."
THE PUBLISHERS.
CONTENTS of Second Series.
Th' Better Part.
Done Agean.
Latter Wit.
My Gronfayther's Days.

Heart Brocken.
To a Daisy.
A Bad Sooart.
All we Had.
Give
it 'em Hot.
Th' Honest Hard Worker.
Niver Heed.
Sing On.

What aw Want.
What it is to be Mother.
What is It.
Come thi
Ways!
Advice to Jenny.
Ther's mich Expected.
A Strange Stooary.

Take Heart.
Did yo Iver.
An Old Man's Christmas Morning.

Billy Bumble's Bargain.
Moral.
Rejected.
Duffin Johnie.
Lost
Love.
Th' Traitle Sop.
To Let.
Fault Finders.
Disapointment.

Work Away.
New Machinery &c.
September Month.
A Hawporth.

Buttermilk &c.
It's a comfort.
Progress.
Try Again.
Jealousy.

Winter.
Persevere.
Booith-Taan Election.

Election.
None
think Alike.
Seaside.
Th' Better Part.
A poor owd man wi' tott'ring gait,
Wi' body bent, and snowy pate,
Aw met one day;--
An' daan o' th' rooad side grassy banks
He sat to
rest his weary shanks;
An' aw, to wile away my time,
O'th'
neighbouring hillock did recline,
An' bade "gooid day."
Said aw, "Owd friend, pray tell me true,
If in your heart yo niver rue

The time 'ats past?
Does envy niver fill your breast
When passin
fowk wi' riches blest?
An' do yo niver think it wrang
At yo should
have to trudge alang,
Soa poor to th' last?"
"Young man," he said "aw envy nooan;
But ther are times aw pity
some,
Wi' all mi heart;
To see what troubled lives they spend,
What cares
upon their hands depend;
Then aw in thoughtfulness declare
'At
'little cattle little care'
Is th' better part.
Gold is a burden hard to carry,
An' tho' Dame Fortune has been chary
O' gifts to me;
Yet still aw strive to feel content,
An' think what is,
for th' best is meant;
An' th' mooast ov all aw strive for here,
Is still
to keep mi conscience clear,
From dark spots free.
An' while some tax ther brains to find
What they'll be forced to leave
behind,
When th' time shall come;
Aw try bi honest word an' deed,
To get
what little here aw need,
An' live i' hopes at last to say,
When
breath go as flickerin away,
'Awm gooin hooam.'"
Aw gave his hand a hearty shake,
It seem'd as tho' the words he spake
Sank i' mi heart:
Aw walk'd away a wiser man,
Detarmined aw wod
try his plan
I' hopes at last 'at aw might be
As weel assured ov
Heaven as he;

That's th' better part.
Done Agean.
Aw've a rare lump o' beef on a dish,
We've some bacon 'at's hung up o' th' thack,
We've as mich gooid
spike-cake as we wish,
An' wi' currens its varry near black;
We've a barrel o' gooid hooam
brewed drink,
We've a pack o' flaar reared agean th' clock,
We've a load o' puttates
under th' sink,
So we're pretty weel off as to jock.
Aw'm soa fain aw can't tell whear
to bide,
But the cause aw dar hardly let aat;
It suits me moor nor all else
beside;
Aw've a paand 'at th' wife knows nowt abaat.
Aw can nah have a spree to misel?