Poet
Bill o'th' Hoylus End
English
- A Burlesque on the Franco-Prussian War
- A Military Description of the Second Excursion to Malsis Hall, the Residence of James Lund, Esq
- A New Devorse
- A New Divorce
- A Yorkshireman's Christmas
- A Yorkshireman’s Christmas
- Address ta mi Bed
- Address ta t' First Wesherwoman
- Address t’t First Wesherwuman
- An' this wur a fact, it wur th' railway thay saw
- And this wur a fact this wur th’ railway they saw
- Behold How the Rivers!
- Betty Blake: A Tale of Butterworth Panic
- Bonnie Cliffe Castle
- Bonny Lark
- Burns's Centenary
- Burns’s 113th Birthday
- But sighs and tears and doubts and fears
- But, hod yer din, says Railway Tim
- Castlear’s Address to Spain
- Charmin' Rebecca o' Riddlesden Hall
- Charming Rebekka o’ Riddlesden Hall
- Christmas Day
- Come all ye lads o' high renown
- Come hither my muse and give me a start
- Come nivver dee e thy shell, oud lad
- Come, geas a wag o’ thee paw, Jim Wreet
- Come, gi' us a wag o' thy paw, Jim Wreet
- Come, Nivver Dee i' Thi Shell
- Coud az Leead
- Cowd az Leead
- Cum all ye lads o’ high renown
- Dear Harden
- Dear Harden
- Dear reverend sir, excuse your humble servant
- Farewell dear friend, nor take it hard
- Fer monny a noble lord did say
- For sighs an' tears an' doubts an' fears
- For wal he stood upon the deck
- Fra Haworth ta Bradford
- Fra Haworth ta Bradford
- Full o' Doubts and Fears
- Gather fra Stanbury lads wi' yor carrot heds
- Gather fra Stanbury, lads we yor carrot heeads
- Gooise an' Giblet Pie
- Gooise an’ Giblet Pie
- Haworth Sharpness
- Haworth Sharpness
- He was a man, an upright man
- He's Thy Brother
- I remember perusing when I was a boy
- I sing not of grim-visaged war
- If my advice yo want, poor things
- If my advice yoh want, poor things
- In a Pleasant Little Valley
- It isn't so wi' Me
- It Izant so we Me
- Lines on the Late
- Lund's Excursion to Windermere
- Miss Hob an' Miss Jonas tuke a cab dahn to Bowness
- My Drechen Dear
- My Visit ta’t Glory Band
- O Welcome, Lovely Summer
- Ode ta Spring Sixty-four
- Ode ta Spring Sixty-four
- Ode to an Herring
- Ode to Bacchus
- Ode to Burns on his 130th Birthday
- Ode to Sir Titus Salt
- Ode to Wedlock!
- Oh list to my dream, nor yet think it wrong
- On hearing this, the Haworth foalk
- Opening of Devonshire Park
- Oud Betty’s Advice
- Our Poor Little Factory Girls
- Owd Betty's Advice
- Poet Nicholson, old Ebor's darling bard
- Put yor shoulders to work an' ne'er be danted
- Put yor shoulders to work, lads, and ne’er be danted
- Sall at Bog
- Sall o't' Bog
- Shoo's Deead an' Goan
- So thirteen cups a piece they tuke
- Some books are lies fra end to end
- Some of My Boyish Days
- Song of the Months
- Spring
- Stars wur shoiting in an' aat
- Stars wur shoiting in and aht
- T' Village Harem-Skarem
- T'owd Blacksmith's Advice ta hiz Son Ned
- Th' Furst Pair o' Briches
- Thay hed a meeting th' tother neet
- Thayr standin' i' groups an' livin' i' hopes
- The Benks o' the Aire
- The Benks o’ the Aire
- The Death of Gordon
- The Earl of Beaconsfield
- The Factory Girl
- The Factory Girl
- The Feather'd Captive
- The Fethered Captive
- The Fugitive
- The Fugitive: a Tale Kersmas Time
- The Grand Old Man
- The Grand Old Man of Oakworth
- The last Scene of all that ends this strange, eventful…
- The Pauper's Box
- The Tartan Plaid
- The Veteran
- The Vision
- The World's Wheels
- The World’s Wheels
- Then Hail to England's Gracious Queen
- There was a bonny Lassie once
- They hed a meeting tother neet
- They’re standing i’ groups and they’re living i’ hopes
- Though murky are the days and short
- Thy kiss is sweet, thy words are kind
- Thy kiss is sweet, thy words are kind
- Th’ Furst Pair o’ Briches
- Th’ last Scene of all that ends this strange eventful…
- To Miller's Brah, an' Calf-garth Woods
- Trip to Malsis Hall
- Trip to Malsis Hall
- Twor twelve o’clock wun winter’s neet
- T’oud Blacksmith’s Advise ta hiz Son Ned
- Waiting for t' Angels
- Waiting for t’ Angels
- We're joyously sailin' ower the lake
- We've heard of great fires in city and town
- What Profits Me
- What Profits Me
- Where the wind nivver blew
- Who knew his virtues must his death deplore
- Wi' Him I call my own