Have yer seen our li’l Billy, Miss Cannan? Aw! I’ll bet the young dirt’s on the shore With his bes’ clo’es an’ shoes an’ all on him! My! My! but …
poetry
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Yis! I was sayin’ to Mrs Crowe theer this mornin’, That things isn’ a bit what they were; For in MY young days all of us childher Had to say …
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I heard a voice that called me to the mountains Last night when darkness dropped across the sea, And crimson fire sprayed from the twilight fountains Fell over me. So …
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I was down alone in the Moaney, Nobody else was near, When my name was goin’ a’callin’ Low an’ sof an’ clear. None was I seein’ aroun’ me, Never a …
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First it’s story… Above the entrance to Glen Roy, the West side of the Laxey valley is seamed with a series of small watercourses, beside each of which was perched …
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Time will change the fairest flower, Time will change the gayest bower, Time will waste the giant oak, Time will end all human hope. Time the palace walls erases, Time …
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I’m near wore to a shadder, Miss Quilliam, Gerrin’ all them wans off yestiddy, Dhressed up in theer bes’, nate an’ tidy, For the Sundaa School Anniversary. For theer’s Grandaa …
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Fairies? They’re in Glen Aldyn still Whatever you may say; I’ve seen them over by the mill, I’ve met them coming down the Gill; And underneath the bridges They’re just …