“There’s monny a woman I knaw weel, Boath middle-aged and owd, ’At’s waited fer ther bit o’ brass, An’ catch’d ther deeath o’ cowd;

“Wol mony a knave wi’ lots o’ brass Hes cum i’ all his pride, An’ t’flunkeys, fer to let him pass, Hes push’d t’poor folk aside.

“Fra Bradford, Leeds, an’ Halifax, If they’ve a claim, they come; But what wi’ t’railway fares an’ drink, It’s done bi they get hooam.

p. 55“Wol mony a poorer family  ’At’s nut been named i’ t’list, Reight weel desarves a share o’ t’spoil, But, thenk ye, they are miss’d.

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“We see a man at hes a haase, Or happen two or three, They ‘Mister’ him, an’ hand him aght Five times as mitch as me.

“’Twor better if yo’d teed yer brass Tight up i’ sum owd seck, An’ getten t’Corporation brooms, To sweep it into t’beck.”

No longer like Capia’s form, Wi’ a tear i’ both her een, But like the gallant Camilla, The Volscian warrior Queen.

Shoo, kneelin’, pointed up aboon, An’ vah’d, be all so breet, Sho’d wreak her vengence on ther heeads, Or watch ’em day an’ neet.

Shoo call’d the Furies to her aid, An’ Diræ’s names shoo used, An’ sware if I hed spocken t’truth, Shoo hed been sore abus’d.

“Alas, poor Ghoast!”—I sed to her—  “Indeed, it is too true”; Wi’ that sho vanish’d aght o’ t’seet, Sayin’ “Johnny lad, adieu!”

p. 56In Memory of THOMAS IRELAND, Police Superintendent, Keighley. born 1831, died 1887.

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“He was a man, take him for all-in-all, we shall not look upon his like again?”—Shakspeare.

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Who knew his virtues must his death deplore And long lament that Ireland is no more; Set is the sun that shone with all its rays, And claimed from every one their warmest praise.

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