Songs Of The Ridings F. W. Moorman

It"s hard when fowks can"t finnd their wark Wheer they"ve bin bred an" born; When I were young I awlus thowt I"d bide "mong t" roots an" corn. But I"ve bin forced to work i" towns, So here"s my litany: Frae Hull, an" Halifax, an" Hell, Good Lord, deliver me! Воспроизведено в оригинальной авторской орфографии издания 1918 года (издательство "London, E. Mathews"). Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Songs Of The Ridings (F. W. Moorman)