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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Gabby is my friend

Gae wa' wi' your sour-looking visage frae me

Gaily you adorned those summer skies

Galileo tried hard to see Venus' face

Gasman, coalman, water board or the bloke who mends the telly

Gather round me, I am dying

Gay Bacchus invited the gods to a feast

Gay laughing over the mountains

Gaze round, thou Infidel, o'er yonder sky

Gazing on scenes of boyhood, I am dreaming

Gentle maid, is your dear little fragile hand

Gentle Mary, ever faithful

Gentle shepherd, lead Thy children

Gently turn the windmill sails

Geordie girl, Geordie girl

George Jennings was spit almighty

George Shaw was a gentleman who lived at St. Chad's

George the Sixth, in wartime decreed

Gertrude, hast thou ever thought about what life is?

Get married! and whom should I marry, Jim?

Get that chip pon on, mother

Get up! get up! don't sit and mope

Giant of bolwark knee and stalwart arm

Giant that lookest as if thou ne'er could'st die

Gie me a day wi' two breet een

Gi'e me but a frolic to leaven mi life

Gie me my sweet and fiddle

Gifts in December

Ginger hair

Girls are simply the prettiest things

Give ear with patience to my relation

Give honour to our heroes fall'n, how ill

Give me

Give me a fireside where sweet peace and love

Give me a rose to treasure

Give me adventure he said to his friend

Give me back the love I gave thee

Give me mi pipe an' mi bacca, an' switch off thad noisy owd thing

Give me my books

Give me the gold that War has cost

Give me the love of an English lass

Give me the moorlands, give me the skies

Give me the strength of an English breeze

Give music to the infant

Give poetry a bad name

Give the poor fellow

Give us Lord

Give us some leet

Give us the light that ne'er was cast

Give us, Lord

Give us, Lord, a bit o'sun

Given that human nature gravitates

Glad was the day, Winmarleigh's heir

Glad welcome to morn's dewy hours

Glancing in the sunlight

Glancing up as we climbed into the car

Gleaming web of spider

Glorious Uplands

Glory, like the day

Glow! Deep thanks glow! That I am here at last

Go and have a suck on a Fisherman's Friend: Don't you dare stop till you get to the end

Go forward! ye loyal, ye brave sons of Britain

Go little book as Southey's genius sings

Go on son, it'll be fun

Go to work on a braque

Go where duty leads thee

Go, go, go

Go, help the poor and needy

Go, little weeds, to the bitter and jobless

Go, mourn, ye wooers, ane and a'

Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play

Go, work for God, - there's work for all

Goal,Goal' the people yelled

God be with you till we meet! wa the pious Saxon's prayer

God bless all policemen

God bless thee Dick! I'm gradley fain

God bless thee, Fayther Kesmus! coam

God bless thee, little bonny face

God bless thee, Nan, it does one good

God bless thee, old England, the home of the free

God bless these poor folk that are strivin'

God bless these poor wimmen that's childer

God bless thi pratty face, mi chilt

God created the world

God created the world for everyone

God doth unbind the enchained wind

God gave him me in some mysterious way

God gave us His natural world

God has given man many gifts

God has given me so many years

God help the poor, who on this wintry morn

God help them husbands forced to rise

God help them wives that sit up late

God help us amid all the changes of life

God looked down on this earth of ours

God looked on all created things

God looked, and smiled upon the wakening earth

God made the hills, the mountains, too

God made the primroses

God of my Country! and her dauntless Brave

God of the mountains hoary

God of the suffering, yet silent crowd

God of the universe! oh, hear our cries

God of the vast and boundless sea

God preserve and bless our Empress

God Prosper long the good old town

God rist you merry, gentlemen

God Save old England's King today

God Save old England's King to-day

God save Queen Caroline

God save the lost and homeless dog

God sent his summons down

God sent me Lily-Mary

God speaketh yet in divers ways

God speed ye! airy voyagers

God took a fit of Paradise-wind

God walk with those who walk at Eventide

God walks the woods in autumn

God was bored

God,when the morning dawns on one more lapse of time

God's day was drawing to a close

Goe, little book! thy selfe present

Goethe's Faust has a God

Going back the streets are hard to find

Gold have you got, and wit and learning I

Gold is the brightness of the sun

Golden earth girl, female animal

Gone are those days when simple objects pleased

Gone down! how the message strikes through

Gone the castles, turrets in mist

Gone! Gone! Weary minutes, so sad and distressing

Gone! He has gone! From the Empire that loved him

Gone, in his youth, from the friends who have loved him

Gone, yet returning, within the glorious spring

Good books upon my study shelf

Good bye owd sixty-six

Good bye to thee Sam, lad

Good bye, owd ye'r, tha'rt goin' soon, aw reckon

Good day to you, Misther skealmaisther, the evenin' is desperate fine

Good Friday - cool and overcast - and Pendle lures in vain

Good friend, grieve not because in my poor song

Good Heaven! what haggard form art thou

Good lad, thee, Dick, thy pratty wings

Good Lady - yo mun kindly be

Good law, heaw things are awter'd neaw

Good law, how things are alter'd now

Good laws! what a medley of groups

Good lordgus days! what hav 'e sin

Good lorjus days, what change there is

Good lorjus days, what times are these

Good luck to all at number four

Good men still walk the earth

Good mixer, matey, never doubting himself

Good mornin', folk! What's o' this din?

Good neet, good neet, thi day is done

Good neet, owd friend! Aw wish thee well

Good night beloved, thy sleep is deep and peaceful

Good night the brave man said

Good night! Good night! My weary head

Good night, the brave man said

Good night; and if no more we meet

Good people all, both great and small

Good people attend, while I briefly relate

Good people, attend; have you heard of the hoax

Good-bye a bit, John; we shall meet ogen soon

Good-bye birds and good-bye flow'rs

Goodbye my fried, it's time to leave

Goodbye to winter time at last

Good-bye, dear old Erin, I'm off to the west

Goodbye, grand ancestor, happy eh

Good-bye, Owd Year; tha'rt goin' soon, aw reckon

Good-bye, sweet singer, eldest of our band

Good-day, little friend, I'm so pleased we've met

Goodnight the brave man said

Goosebumps are exciting, scary

Gordale's cyclopean crags

Gosh dang it, lads, we're coming again

Got up one morning, all ready to go

Graceful and slender waving in the

Gradely good health

Gradely good health to thee an' thine

Graewnd emptid fast

Grant me such things as money cannot buy

Grant us, oh God, the light to see

Grass has returned

Grasses of the fields, when first spring was born

Gravelponds along long lines

Great Church of the Western Approaches

Great Donau! Many mouthed stream, whose shores

Great God! a mighty multitude of years

Great God! Who did of old inspire

Great God, thou giver of my days

Great Harwood is a town that goes nowhere

Great is the man, with heart and mind

Great Jove, forssoth, was not exempt from pain

Great ones, grasping the reins of Earth

Great Sceptre-bearer of the universe

Great thoughts oft rise

Greatness, dear friend, is destined for the few

Green applles burnning in the Evening sun

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