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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Jack Simmons always wanted to be a sportsman

Jack Swaddle wur a lurcher

Jack, goo peawn thi fiddle, and boy thi woife a geawn

Jack, poo thi cheer a bit tort mine

Jack's on leave from his privateer

Jail, Falsehood! jaundiced gossip, hail!

Jake looked again into the glass

James the First came down to rule

Jamie o' Topper's coom deawn th' lone

Jamie's gawd and Jamie's braw

Jane, I shall have t' keep thee fro' th' skoo'

Jane, I wish that Christmas may to thee

Jarring discord rise within

Jem Pincher keered for nowt but brass

Jem Whistler lived for mony a year

Jenny, the clouds are breaking

Jesus Christ

Jesus if you are listening, hear what I have to say

Jesus it was who gave me sight

Jesus loves us dearly

Jesus protect thee! His Spirit defend thee

Jesus, meekest of the meek

Jesus, we sing Thy praise

Jewel in a Pyranean setting

Jim Gradley waur a daicent chap

Jim O'Bella's kidney and loin cut

Jimmy Puddin' is mi name, an' sometimes Suet-Feet

Jimmy's old and growing tired

Jim's done

Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical

Jocund be thy fervent cause

Joe Dunn were a bobby for football

Joe Heaton wife, Susannah

Joe knew that ghosts and leprechauns

Joe Ramsbottom rented a bit of a farm

Joe Tinker's a bit uv a softey

Jogging around Barnes Common one April morning

John Barleycorn walked eawt one morn

John Bloomer was a botanist

John disappeared

John Edward, it's thi birthday, lad: it's th' twenty-ninth o' May

John Smith is pacing the Old Churchyard

Joined in spirit and in heart

Jonathan Baines, that's his name

Jone, lad, though thi hond's

Joy seems to fill each living thing

JOY! Joy! said the jolly-voiced mountain Vine

Joy, undiluted joy!

Joys and sorrow both thou'lt have

Jubilee, Jubilee

Judge him not, O mortal man

Judge me not harshly, aged man and blind

Jugglers, as you can imagine

Julia's quite the belle of the town

Just a few weeks ago, the leaves were green

Just a line from father

Just a short time ago

Just an old cottage, down a green lane

Just as the Army have Army language (all bad) so the coal pits

Just hearken to th' wind! Heaw id roars

Just like mi grandad, I've bin fond

Just past the Brownhill roundabout

Just up th' loin ther's a few owd hou

Just was the picture of his pen

Just you and I on Doldrum Hill