Edwin Waugh Poems

When life's glad day is gone,
And the sun goes down
When we muse all alone
As the sun goes down;
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When stars begin to steal in sight
Above the moorland hill;
When dreamy dusk leads on the night,
And all the world grows still;
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Oh, thou who dost these pointers see,
And hears't the chiming hour,
Say, do I tell the time to thee,
And tell thee nothing more;-
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A merry little doffer lad
Coom down to Shapper's mill,
To see if he could get a shop;
He said his name wur 'Bill.'
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There're mony a gate eawt of eaw teawnend,—
But nobbut one for me
It winds by a rindlin' wayter side,
An' o'er a posied lea;
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I've worn my bits o' shoon away,
Wi' Rovin' up an' deawn,
To see yon moorlan' valleys, an'
Yon little country teawn:
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OWD PINDER were a rackless foo,
An’ spent his days i’ spreein’;
At th’ end ov every drinkin’-do,
He ’re sure to crack o’ deein’;
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Todlin' whoam fro' th' market rant
Todlin' whoam content an' cant
Wi' mi' yed I' mi hat
an' mi feet i' mi shoon
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What makes your leaves fall down
Ye drooping autumn flow'rs
What makes your green go brown
Ye fading autumn bow'rs
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Th' wynt blows keen through th' shiverin' thorns,
An' th' leet looks wild i'th sky;
Come, Tet, stir up that fire;
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