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A monster, its skin of concrete and steel

A moorland farm, upon a steep hillside

A moorland flower, upon a steep hillside

A mortgage can be an almighty burden

A mother deprived of her heart's dearest joy

A mother is weeping, crying alone

A mother's love thine eye bespeak

A narrative of woe in Lanca-shire

A new voice on the hills, enchanting and clear

A nice day for breakfast outside. Well-practised

A night of storm, of mighty, roaring wind

A noble life may swiftly pass

A nor-east wind's bitterly blowin

A passing thought, a dream as well

A patch of days brings all they ordered here

A path of gold, the buttercups appear

A penny rolling down the street

A picture for the artist, a study for the sage

A picture of the gods revealed to man

A pilgrim aw've bin o' mi days

A piston I would like to be

A plot: Six shades of navy socks

A pocket's th' barometer gauge

A poet of our times, one John Betjeman

A poet's life may swiftly pass

A posy sweet she culled for me

A pretty black kitty

A prophet's vision vague and crude

A reet good do! A reet good do! Us lads hev hed toneet

A regular owd stager, wot's

A right happy party we entered the chase

A rise, love, and come o'er the mountain with me

A river in its hidden ways

A rocky platform, and behind, a pass

A rodeo

A rollin' stooan, it's awlos sed

A room near Ardwick Green, one time I rented

A Royal Princess, so fair and sweet

A rude and roystering bluserer thou

A ruined church, whose broken walls

A ruined wall, 'neath sweetly blooming trees

A sad occasion love, but at least

A Saddleworth lad is the lad for me

A sailor lad I lo'e

A sense of gladness in the air

A Setterday's mean

A shelter from the storm, a hiding place

A shining hair - ah, can I see aright

A short spit from Strangeways

A sight to make one cry!

A silence falls! no more is heard

A simple country maiden

A singer there dwelt in a city of yore

A sinner walked to beauty

A sleepy dog

A small house, a thing of lifeless brick and stone

A soft stirring in the butterfly wind

A solitary monk within his cell

A sorrowing mother, bowed down in despair

A sort of game the kids play

A soul appeared at heaven's gate

A soul heroic of teh ancient mould

A soul! A soul! A soul-cake!

A sound without stirred the night's solitude

A speading linden makes an arbour fine

A splash of red edges

A splendid star hath fallen from the skies

A spray of leaves against a moonlit sky

A spreading Linden makes an arbour fine

A sprightly maiden, with a sprightly name

A staff nurse through the sleeping ward

A star shines on me from the darkening years

A Steeplejack, with nerves like steel

A stick and a stake

A stillness, as the depths within a pool

A' stood on t'top o' t'river bank, a' thowht a'd hev a smook

A stranger came to the door - a young man

A streak of reddening light on fallen leaves

A structure arose in a dream of my fancy

A sudden clamour splits my skull. I reach

A summer sky, flushed with Auroral splendours

A supple one hundred miles

A surprise, after the slap and suck of tide

A sweet child's love

A sweet little spot is Downham

A Swell there is in the North Countrie

A sympathetic nature, loved of all

A tale of the times of old - when Pendle Hill

A task completed everyday

A tear appears, crystal clear

A tear came rolling down his cheek

A telephone is ringing in the museum

A tewd thi I warnt gooin' upt theer

A theme so vast as God's display of power

A thousand times, O Lamb! Have I turned o'er

A thrifty carl was tir'd of lonely cot

A thrush sings clear on our hawthorn tree

A tiny church within a wooded dell

A tiny form clings to a swaying string

A toast from the fateful glass to Death I drink

A tooathrey year sin, so aw'm towd

A Town's wrinkled, stone-muscled limbs

A tragedy! The thunder, friend

A traveller, from jouneying

A tree can be old

A tribute to a father from a son

A twel'month full hed pass'd id reawnd

A voice came over the Western sea

A voice, it whispered in my ear

A wandering outcast seeks his home

A wanton wether had disdain'd the bounds

A warrior wished for the tented fields

A wee little white-faced fellow

A weesh or two just spun i' rhyme

A while ago I wrote- How long? A letter or two

A wholesale Kessunin' dooment at Torrington

A widow sat in her poor lone room

A widow sat lonely, with sorrow oppressed

A winsome lass is Sally Brown

A winter tree

A wonderful lad was Sam Simcock

A workin' mon's to face a deol

A wreath o' blue smook, filt'rin' up throo green leaves, mon

A year ago today

A year and a day is the period named

A youthful figure, tall, and very lithe

A! Rab and Allen, now you're dead

A. Get PAD nuclear meat for humans

Aa remember time when I wer' young

Aa went eawt back rooad this mornin'

Aa went theer every Sat'day 'morn

Aa wer' in t' corner shop this mornin'

Aa'll tell ye the dein's o'some o' the foaks that leeves i'wor neiborhood

Aa'm glad we've still geet corner shop

Aa's a broke hairted keel man and Aa's ower heed in luv

Aa's a Cullercoats fish-lass se cozy an' free

Aa've a widow friend across the rooad

Aa've bin rememberin' a Christmas

Aa've bin sittin' ere all bi misen

Aaw think we'el clear yon attic

Aboon, a' else beside, advice

About thy shoulders filmy wings were spread

Above a shining sea honeysuckle

Above the world's clamour I hear the Lord

Abroad for pleasure as I was a -walking

Absence - some say it is forgetting

Absent when the Word thundered names

Accept frae me, for friendships sake

Accept on this, thy natal day

Accept these greetings, noble lady

According to Aesop they were witty

Accursed thing, and, though rotund, so small

Achushla dear

Across the fields the grey mist drifts

Across the quiet moorlands, where the dark is slowly creeping

Across the room, I went to see

Across the sky of pink clover

Across the vale of life

Across wide meadows and the yielding soil

Adieu to the alehouse, where pounds I have spent

Adieu! to thee, harp, I so oft-times have thrilled

Adieu, Auld Year! my glad hopes wither

Adventurous youth, who go with glee

Advice is seldom heeded

Ae day in Simmer I cam owre

Aeroplanes go through the sky

Affliction's tempest rends Columbia's breast

After breakfast

After dark, it is best to keep moving

After fighting and sailing the seven seas o'er

After heavy light years

After long waiting, love is very sweet

After much painful cogitation

After night's turbulence a silent dawn

After the full-back rolls me in the mud

After the splash and the salvos, the crow-plumed

After the sudden spring, wonder of earth's waking

After thrteen years

After Time's long endeavour

Afterwards, did he boast, say he was sorry

Again comes round the day

Again I recall my musings

Again my willing heart and hand shall pay

Again the glowing year hath rolled its round

Again the golden harvest is bending in the breeze

Again the light-and-life-dispensing sun

Again the loved shores of my dear native land

Again the soft season of spring

Again we greet with hallowed mirth

Again we meet - scarce had we left this shade

Again with joy and gladness, the natal day appears

Again, O long-forgotten Muse, thy sacred influence bring

Against a stately forest tree

Against my window-pane the shower is beating

Against tenfold his numbers on Agincourt's plain

Age winnows, threshes, blows away the chaff

Aged autumn sickening lies

Ageing man, I walk the lanes alone

Ah allus liked to sit i' t' Sparra' Park

Ah bet yo've sin him deawn eawr way

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