Excerpt: ...mass! Well, God bless thi childer, lass." My Lass. Fairest lass amang the monny, Hair as black as raven, O. Net another lass as bonny, Lives i'th' dales ov Craven, O. City lasses may be fairer, May be donned i' silks an laces, But ther's nooan whose charms are rarer, Nooan can show sich bonny faces. Yorksher minstrel tune thy lyre, Show thou art no craven, O; In thy strains 'at mooast inspire, Sing the praise ov Craven, O. Purest breezes toss their tresses, Tint ther cheeks wi' rooases, O, An old Sol wi' warm ...
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Excerpt: ...mass! Well, God bless thi childer, lass." My Lass. Fairest lass amang the monny, Hair as black as raven, O. Net another lass as bonny, Lives i'th' dales ov Craven, O. City lasses may be fairer, May be donned i' silks an laces, But ther's nooan whose charms are rarer, Nooan can show sich bonny faces. Yorksher minstrel tune thy lyre, Show thou art no craven, O; In thy strains 'at mooast inspire, Sing the praise ov Craven, O. Purest breezes toss their tresses, Tint ther cheeks wi' rooases, O, An old Sol wi' warm caresses, Mak 'em bloom like pooasies, O. Others may booast birth an riches, May have studied grace ov motion, But they lack what mooast bewitches, - Hearts 'at love wi' pure devotion. Perfect limbs an round full bosoms, Sich as set men ravin, O, Only can be faand i' blossoms, Sich as bloom i' Craven, O, An amang the fairest, -sweetest, Ther's net sich a brave en, O; For her beauty's the completest, Yo can find i' Craven, O. Ivvery charm 'at mother Nature Had to give, shoo placed upon her, -- Modest ways, an comely feature- Health ov body, -soul ov honor Isn't shoo a prize worth winnin? An a gem worth savin, O? Smile on, -sooin yo'll stop yor grinnin, When my lass leeaves Craven, O. A Gooid Kursmiss Day. It wor Kursmiss day, -we wor ready for fun, Th' puddin wor boil'd an th' rooast beef wor done; Th' ale wor i'th' cellar, an th' spice-cake i'th' bin, An th' cheese wor just lively enuff to walk in. Th' lads wor all donned i' ther hallidy clooas, An th' lasses, -they each luckt as sweet as a rooas; An th' old wife an me, set at each end o'th' hob, An th' foir wor splutterin raand a big cob, An aw sed, "Nah, old lass, Tho we havn't mich brass, We shall celebrate Kursmiss to-day." Th' young fowk couldn't rest, they kept lukkin at th' clock, Yo'd a thowt 'twor a wick sin they'd had any jock, But we winkt...
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