Lancashire Lantern: Lancashire Poetry Index

Part of the Lancashire Lantern network, an index to authors, first lines and titles of Lancashire poetry in books held within libraries in Lancashire, including the Lancashire Authors’ Association collection. The index provides details of the book in which a particular poem may be found and also a link through to the library catalogue to give the locations of the required volume.

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Each canine eyes another's end of alley

Each day that comes can also bring

Each dear little friend

Each letter came like light

Each time eawr Joe become a dad

Each time I close the book, I seem to fold

Each time I see a Celandine

Each year I sit, when Christmas comes

Earlier I wrote of the 'theologians

Early in September morn

Early one April morning

Earth and Heaven slumber falsely

Earth held not in all her proud palaces one

East by north all winter through

East Lancashire in the Twenties and Thirties

East Lancashire towns in the twenties

East wind gnaws the fells, rubs

Easter Lilies and Daffodils

Eaur Lancashire Authors' President

Eaur lanky dialect's rough, but straight

Eaw Bill's bowt a motor car

Eawn farm wor just up t'slope o' t' fell

Eawr Bessy's gone to th' Sunday schoo'

Eawr Bill an' Nell came reawd last neet

Eawr Bill started coo-ertin'

Eawr Bob has started workin' neaw

Eawr docthur wor a gradely mon, 'is name wor Michael Flynn

Eawr farm wor just up t' slope o' t' fell

Eawr Feyre Brigade are what aw co

Eawr hearwse is like a doctor's shop

Eawr Jack's job wer to cleyn all t'clogs

Eawr Jane's bin wed a week or two

Eawr Jim we' th' blithest lad i' th' teawn

Eawr Joe he's started coortin' neaw

Eawr Johnny has begun to paint

Eawr Jud's agate cooartin' aw'm sartin

Eawr Marg'et Ann's beawn to be wed

Eawr Moll's hed a row wi' hur chap

Eawr Mothers thowt they'd do a play

Eawr Nell is far the prattyest lass

Eawr Nutters are comin', they're dancin' in t'street

Eawr Sandra's browt us aw' ta shame, sin' hoo fell fer t'chip-hoil fella

Eawr teycher's takin' 'er drivin' test

Edmund Spenser lived here once in youth, head full

Ee I was scared of him in my youth

Ee swears a bit, an' sups a bit

Ee, dear aw'm a reet throubled mon

Ee, I didn't know, right what to say

Ee, th' owd mon, he retired last wik

Eee ah've bin upset t'day

Eeh, it's grand to be a Grandma (or a Grandad, come to that)

Eeni Meeni Myni Mo

Ee's bin an' gone an' done it

Eh dear! aw'm upset aw con tell yo

Eh dear! eh, dear o' me!

Eh dear! What fain' ewat ther' is

Eh dear! what foin' eawt there is

Eh dear, I'm welly off my chump

Eh dearie me, whenid's t' neet afore th' Harvest

Eh Doris, I said These seats are hard

Eh lads, but that youngster of eawrs

Eh! aw'm allus glad when week-end comes

Eh! dear o' me! owd Betty said

Eh! dear o' me! owd Betty said 'wodever mon aw do

Eh! dear, what weary toimes are these

Eh! down into t' guther hoo's gone

Eh! Me, booath Spring an' Summer's gone

Eh! Robbut! th' lan'lord's bin to-day

Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon

Eh, Ben, wod are ta doin', lad

Eh, bonny rare thing

Eh, cum on, Luv, sit thee deawn

Eh, dear, I am a crazy foo'

Eh, dear, I'm welly off my chump

Eh, dear, what a bother

Eh, dear; there's bin some change in

Eh, Joan! Heaw ill th'art lookin'!

Eh, Jone, aw', rare un' fain thae 'rt come

Eh, Jone, aw'm rare un' fain thae'rt come

Eh, Jone, aw'ur rare un' fain thaert come

Eh, Missis Baker, is that yo?

Eh, mother, I'm bothered! I'm gloomy! I'm glad!

Eh, my lovelies, my northern elms!

Eh, Nan, Lord bless an' save us o

Eh, Nanny; thou'rt o' out o' gear

Eheu fugaces labuntur anni

Eight thousand men. Eight thousand, staunch and true

Eighty-seven! A grand owd age

E'll Stond by yon doorway an' listen

Ello Jane Ann, eaw arta lass

Elphi bandy-legs

Embarking on a drunken spree

Emblem of change is fickle woman still

Emily was in her bedroom

Emma and Jane

Emma: She speaks weird, her motto's that's that

Emmanuel Shark was an agent

Enclosed within a garden of old flowers

Enclosed you'll see my shadow lies

England, I love thee in adversity

England, my country!

England, my lovely land, thy hallowed name

Enjoy Eid day

Enoch an' Isaac wer true twin brothers

Enter this place. Let its air creep into you

Enthralled, I heard the stars sing on their way

Enthroned upon thine inmost soul

Envy is an evil passion

Er Johnny gi's his mind to books

Ere March arrive must roll another moon

Ere March arrive, must roll another moon

Ere time's sure axe shall lay thy servant low

Ere's a tale abaht Albert Ramsbottom

Erewhile I sang of courtly dame

Erin, dear Erin, must I leave thee for ever

Es, one, nine nought, and three

Escaping from noisy motorway

Eternally the tide of time rolls on

Evanescent, thin as smoke, the cries

Even a tree has inclination

Even as I fly

Even at school he was different

Even in green youth

Eventide in flaming raiment

Ever and anon

Ever be careful to watch and to pray

Ever coming, ever going

Ever have I held one creed

Ever heard of Joe and Sally, as lives not far away?

Evermore a dream will haunt me

Every day is sunday for the sisters

Every day liquid arrives in different strengths and volumes

Every job has its stories every job has its laughs

Every night at twelve o' clock there's a little game we play

Everybody has a circle

Everyone has heard the story

Everyone knows of the Miracle of Lourdes

Everyone knows of the National Parks

Everyone thinks they'll never get old

Everyone wants the best for their children

Everything around me

Evritime thad Ah 'ears seawnd o' t' sea

Evry Mornin' yer knew they wer gooin'

Excuse me, dear friend, for intrudin'

Excuse me, friend Heap, for intrudin'

Excuse me, friends, I cannot help but laugh

Exiled am I, yet still with unbowed head

Explain the joke, he said

Expresses glide now into termini; screws

Eyes of wonder, softly gleaming

Eyes, you are sad, lips you are lonely now