Yorkshire Lyrics Part 28

If yo've plenty to ait an to drink, Nivver heed, though yor wark may be rough; If yo'll n.o.bbut keep hooapful, aw think, Yo'll find th' way to mend plain enuff.

If yor temper gets saar'd an cross, An yor mind is disturbed an perplext; Or if troubled wi' sickness an loss, An yor poverty maks yo feel vext;-- Nivver heed! for its fooilish to freeat Abaat things at yo connot prevent; An i'th futer ther may be a treeat, 'At'll pay for all th' sad days you've spent,

I' this new life beginnin,--who knows What for each on us may be i' stoor?

For th' river o' Time as it flows, Weshes th' threshold o' ivvery man's door.

At some it leeavs little, may be, An at others deposits a prize; But if yo be watchful yo'll see Ther's a trifle for each one 'at tries.

Ther's a time booath to wish an decide;-- For a chap at ne'er langs nivver tews;-- If yo snuff aght ambition an pride, Yo sink a chap's heart in his shoes, Wish for summat 'at's honest an reight, An detarmine yo'll win it or dee!

Yo'll find obstacles slink aght o'th gate, An th' black claads o' daat quickly flee.

Young men should seek labor an gains, Old men wish for rest an repose;-- Young la.s.ses want brave, lovin swains, An hanker for th' finest o' clooas.

Old wimmin,--a cosy foirside, An a drop o' gooid rum i' ther teah; Little childer, a horse they can ride, Or a dolly to nurse o' ther knee.

One thing a chap cant do withaat, Is a woman to share his estate; An mooast wimmen, ther isn't a daat, Think life a dull thing baght a mate.

Ther's a sayin booath ancient an wise, An its one at should be acted upon;-- Yo'll do weel, to accept its advice,-- To, "Begin as yo meean to goa on."

Stop at Hooam.

"Tha wodn't goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel?

My een at th' varry thowts grow dim-- Aw connot say farewell.

Tha vow'd tha couldn't live unless Tha saw me every day, An' said tha knew noa happiness When aw wor foorced away.

An th' tales tha towld, I know full weel, Wor true as gospel then; What is it, lad, 'at ma's thee feel Soa strange--unlike thisen?

Ther's raam enuff, aw think tha'll find, I'th taan whear tha wor born, To mak a livin, if tha'll mind To ha' faith i' to-morn.

Aw've mony a time goan to mi wark Throo claads o' rain and sleet; All's seem'd soa dull, soa drear, an' dark, It ommust mud be neet.

But then, when braikfast time's come raand, Aw've seen th' sun's cheerin ray, An' th' heavy lukkin claads have slunk Like skulkin lads away.

An' then bi nooin it's shooan soa breet Aw've sowt some shade to rest, An' as aw've paddled hooam at neet, Glorious it's sunk i'th west.

An' tho' a claad hangs ovver thee, (An' trouble's hard to bide), Have patience, lad, an' wait an' see What's hid o'th' tother side.

If aw wor free to please mi mind, Aw'st niver mak this stur; But aw've a mother ommust blind, What mud become o' her?

Tha knows shoo cared for me, when waik An' helpless ivery limb, Aw'm feeard her poor owd heart ud braik If aw'd to leave her, Jim.

Aw like to hear thee talk o' th' trees 'At tower up to th' sky, An' th' burds 'at flutterin i'th' breeze, Lie glitterin' jewels fly.

Woll th' music of a shepherd's reed May gently float along, Lendin its tender notes to lead Some fair maid's simple song;

An' flaars 'at grow o' ivery side, Such as we niver see; But here at hooam, at ivery stride, There's flaars for thee an' me.

Aw care net for ther suns soa breet, Nor warblin melody; Th' clink o' thi clogs o' th' flags at neet Saands sweeter, lad, to me.

An' tho' aw wear a gingham gaan, A claat is noa disgrace; Tha'll niver find a heart moor warm Beat under silk or lace.

Then settle daan, tak my advice, Give up this wish to rooam!

An' if tha luks, tha'll find lots nice Worth stoppin' for at hooam."

"G.o.d bless thee, Jenny! dry that e'e, An' gi'e us howd thi hand!

For words like thoase, throo sich as thee, What mortal could withstand!

It isn't mich o'th' world aw know, But aw con truly say, A faithful heart's too rich to throw Withaat a thowt away.

So here aw'll stay, and should fate fraan, Aw'll tew for thine and thee, An' seek for comfort when cast daan, I'th' sunleet o' thi e'e."

Advice to Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny, dry thi ee, An' dunnot luk soa sad; It grieves me varry mich to see Tha freeats abaat yon lad; For weel tha knows, withaat a daat, Whearivver he may be, Tho fond o' rammellin' abaat, He's allus true to thee.

Tha'll learn mooar sense, la.s.s, in a while, For wisdom comes wi' time, An' if tha lives tha'll leearn to smile At troubles sich as thine; A faithful chap is better far, Altho' he likes to rooam, Nor one 'at does what isn't reight, An' sits o'th' hearth at hooam.

Tha needn't think 'at wedded life Noa disappointment brings; Tha munnot think to keep a chap Teed to thi app.r.o.n strings.

Soa dry thi een, they're varry wet, An' let thi heart be glad, For tho' tha's wed a rooamer, yet, Tha's wed a honest lad.

Ther's mony a lady, rich an' great, 'At's sarvents at her call, Wod freely change her grand estate For thine tha thinks soa small: For riches cannot buy content, Soa tho' thi joys be few, Tha's one ther's nowt con stand anent,-- A heart 'at's kind an' true.

Soa when he comes luk breet an' gay, An' meet him wi' a kiss, Tha'll find him mooar inclined to stay Wi treatment sich as this; But if thi een luk red like that, He'll see all's wrang at once, He'll leet his pipe, an' don his hat, An' bolt if he's a chonce.

Jockey an Dolly.

Th' sun shone breet at early morn, Burds sang sweetly on the trees; Larks wor springin from the corn, Tender blossoms sowt the breeze.

Jockey whistled as he went O'er rich meadows wet wi' dew; In his breast wor sweet content, For his wants an cares were few.

Dolly pa.s.sed him on his way, Fresh an sweet an fair wor she; Jockey lost his heart that day, To the maid ov Salterlee.

Jockey an Dolly Had allus been jolly, Till Love shot his arrow an wounded the twain; Their days then pa.s.s sadly, Yet man an maid madly, In spite ov the torture, they nursed the sweet pain.

Since that day did jockey pine, Dolly shyly kept apart; Still shoo milk'd her willin kine, Tho' shoo nursed a braikin heart, But one neet they met i'th' fold, When a silv'ry mooin did s.h.i.+ne; Jockey then his true love told, An he axt, "will't thou be mine?"

Tears ov joy filled Dolly's een, As shoo answered modestly; Dolly nah is Jockey's queen, Th' bonniest wife i' Salterlee.

Jockey an Dolly, Are livin an jolly, May blessins for ivver attend i' ther train; Ther days they pa.s.s gladly, Noa moor they feel sadly, For two hearts are for ivver bound fast i' Love's chain.

Dooant Forget the Old Fowks.

Dooant forget the old fowks,-- They've done a lot for thee; Remember tha'd a mother once, Who nursed thi on her knee.

A father too, who tew'd all day To mak thi what tha art, An dooant forget tha owes a debt, An strive to pay a part.