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Poesies from a country garden: selections from the works of E. Waugh - Page 40
by Edwin Waugh - 1866
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Eclectic and Congregational Review

1861 - 838 pages
...when he' re say in' hist prayers ; Then he looked i' my face, un' he said, • Has th' boggarts tacn houd o' my dad ? ' An' he cried till hi.s e'en were quite rid ; — He likes theo some weel, docs yon lad ! " At th' lung-length, aw geet 'em laid still ; An'...
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Choice Poems and Lyrics

Choice poems - 1862 - 368 pages
...Then he looked i' my faze, an' he said, " Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad ?" An' he cried whol his e'en were quite red ; — He likes thee some weel, does yon lad ! At th' lung-length, aw geet 'em laid still ; An' aw hearken't folk's feet at went by ; So aw iron't...
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Lancashire Songs

Edwin Waugh - Songs, English - 1865 - 80 pages
...Then he look'd i' my face, an' he said, " Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad ?" An' he cried whol his e'en were quite red ; — He likes thee some weel, does yon lad ! At th' lung-length aw geet 'em laid still ; An' aw hearken't folks' feet at went by ; So aw iron't...
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Ballads & Songs of Lancashire: Chiefly Older Than the 19th Century

John Harland - Ballads, English - 1865 - 632 pages
...Then he look'd i' my faze, an' he said, " Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad ?" An' he cried whol his een were quite red ; — He likes thee some weel, does yon- lad ! At th' lung-length aw geet him laid still ; An' aw hearkcn't folks' feet 'at went by ; So aw iron'to...
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Lancashire Lyrics: Modern Songs and Ballads of the County Palatine

John Harland - Ballads, English - 1866 - 344 pages
...Then he look'd i' my faze, an' he said, " Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad ?" An' he cried whol his een were quite red;— He likes thee some weel, does yon lad! At th' lung-length aw geet him laid still; An' aw hearken't folks' feet 'at went by ; So aw iron'to...
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Lancashire lyrics, ed. by J. Harland

Lancashire lyrics - 1866 - 342 pages
...Then he look'd i' my faze, an' he said, " Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad ? " An' he cried whol his een were quite red ; — He likes thee some weel, does yon lad! At th' lung-length aw geet him laid still ; An' aw hearken't folks' feet 'at went by ; So aw iron'to...
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Routledge's readings, selected and arranged by E. Routledge

Edmund Routledge - 1871 - 196 pages
...upstairs ; Thae towd him thae'd bring him a drum, He said, when he're sayin' his prayers ; Then he looked i' my face, an' he said, " Has th' boggarts taen houd...An' he cried till his e'en were quite red ; He likes thce some weel, does yon lad ! At th' lung-length, aw geet em' laid still ; An' aw hearken't folk's...
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The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed ..., Volumes 3-4

Casket - 1873 - 912 pages
...Then he look'd i' my face, an' he said, " Has th' boggarts taen houd o' my dad?" An' he cried whol his e'en were quite red; — He likes thee some weel, does yon lad ! At th' lung-length aw geet 'em laid still; An' aw liearken't folks' feet at went by; So aw iron't...
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A Glossary of the Lancashire Dialect, Volume 14

John Howard Nodal - English language - 1875 - 340 pages
...checks are grooin thinner, An th' leet has laft thi ее. Lane. Songs: What ails thee, my Son Robin. He cried till his een were quite red. He likes thee some weel, does yon lad ! Ib : Come whoam to thi childer. He oppent a pair o' een as wide as a sheead. Bundle o' Fents, I.,...
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A glossary of the Lancashire dialect, by J.H. Nodal and G. Milner

John Howard Nodal, George Milner - English language - 1875 - 330 pages
...cheeks are grooin thinner, An th' leet has laft thi ee. Lane. Songs: What ails thee, my Son Robin. He cried till his een were quite red. He likes thee some weel, does yon lad ! //; : Come whoam to thi childer. lle oppent a pair o' een as wide as a sheead Handle o' Fents, L,...
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