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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M is for Big Mac as big as a skyscraper

Macintosh is a soldier brave

Made countless thousands' glad! That was thy lot

Madelon, oh Madelon, sweet Madelon of mine

Madge wore a yellow sweater, embracing, shrunk

Mahatma Ghandi came to Lancashire

Maid of Lodore, 'tis long years since we met

Maiden with the star-bright eye

Maiden, as bright as the Hunter's star

Maiden, with what sweet, strange mind-music fraught

Maidens, robed in white, they bear her

Maisuna, thou art lost to me

Majestic stood that stately tree

Majestic triumph of the human mind

Majestic, grand, a lonely mountain height

Make a signal, "T" for "Tommy"

Make no mistake, I'm a mere fell-walker facing

Make their brain mad

Make way, make way

Making love underneath the bed

Malignant is the aspect of that star

Man hath two attendant angels

Man is breaking manhood's yearnings

Man is God's freight, not master of the little ship

Man is Time's Heir; the old geoic force

Man of tail, wouldst thou be free?

Man of toil, wouldst thou be free?

Man the lifeboat! man the lifeboat! o'er the wild waves' foam and spray

Man! Thou art like the ever restless sea

Man, know thyself! eke out thy destiny

Mang every wish ha' I been hawkin

Many are the times I have taken a child

Many happy returns of the day

Many parents do not readily support teachers

Many people like flying or seeing foreign parts

Many sing in joyful measures

Many the men who trod this road

Many-hued the sky this morn

March breezes blow

March ye forward, sons of Britain

March! I can seldom kindly take to thee

Marjorie, my Marjorie May

Marlbrook to the wars is coming!

Mars is a place of war and death

Mars is the bubbling lava planet

Mars the red planer

Marvellous power, and wondrous art

Mary under the hawthorn

Mary, when comes the evening

Mary's in the shippon, milking the cows

Master of Mimics, yet a Master-mind!

Master of satire, in the Donic lay

Mates? ay, we've been mates together

Maud, where are you Maud

May all thy days be full of love

May can boast its dews delicious

May God's eternal benison

May he have fine clear weather on his daring way

May He who honoured Cana's feast

May he whose name appears above

May I thank you all, for all the boys

May lassie lo'es the violet

May lasting happiness be yours

May the Sacred Heart of Jesus give you much pleasure

May thou in wisdom's pleasant ways

May thou in youth thy pastimes love

May, May! song-honoured May!

Mayakovosky, sitting at your window one afternoon

Maybe as ticks the clock more, more distinct

Maybe I'm amazed at the way that you love me all the time

Me an' th' owd lass we just sit bi t'fire

Me and Doris were up at crack of dawn

Me and Tom are having a change

Me heyd is mazed wi' t' shuttle's roar

Me mam were an ordin'ry Lancashire lass - she'd worked in the mill most her life

Me rich Uncle Fred had plenty of dough

Me since your fair ambition bows

Me, and the wife

Me, Cliff, Wilf

Me, honoured sir, you will not blame

Meanest of the human passions

Meet me at the fowd at the milkin'-time

Meet me, my Mary, down the green meadows

Meeting around the board once more

Meight when we're hungry

Melodius Spencer! Master-Sprite of all

Memories are but moments

Memories of Marple - what a pleasant sound

Memory remains; and here amid the scene

Men are going into town

Men make me so mad

Men of Britain, wake from slumber

Men of the land of flood and fell

Mere bacilli the diesels crawl below

Merrily, merrily, drink we all

Merry mates are we

Merry, laughing little Nell

Merry, merry elves we be

Messengers from Eden - came with silent feet

Mestur Heditir, thank yo for th' 'Onward' yon sent

Methinks I never loved a walk, as now

Methinks I see my father's farm

Methinks we see the poor man lie

Methinks, as I look around me

Methough I saw a vision like

Methought, in an imaginary dream

Mi books, befoor to-morn's breet sun shall shine

Mi boss and his wife, they gave us our dinner

Mi cuzzen Rutchut's t' boss o'er t' ship

Mi Dad wer' reet fond o' music

Mi Dad's bahn to teck us to Southpooart

Mi fayther is a legger on the Manchester canal

Mi fayther's gone to bunt his piece

Mi grondad farmed fer fifty year

Mi heart beeats time to a merry tune

Mi hearts bin reet eawt -o-flunter

Mi honds un mi faze ur' quoite ceawd

Mi mother wants to see thi Joe

Mi mother wur sittin' one neet wi' her knittin'

Mi mother-in-law's getten wed - hip hooray!

Mi onsetters were born an' bred

Mi parents were two patriots unhonoured an' unsung

Mi piece is o' bu' wovven eawt

Mi sister Sally's a begger fer men

Mi Sister, wen Ah wer three er four

Mi talents aw know are but few

Mi warp's nobbut twitly, un mi weft's nobbut smo

Mi weyvin's welly done, for sure, aw'm beawn to finish here

Miaow! What a lovely sight

Mid the gleam and the gladness of waters and vales

Mid the harsh Babel of the busy crowd

Mid the harsh bable of the busy crowd

Mid the rough tossing of life's boisterous sea

Mid transient sunshine one Spring morn

Midday is golden bell tent stanied

Middling the row, this side of the road

Midst mistletoe, holly

Midst wooded copse, and whispering stream

Mid-winter city glitter

Might can make ten million men

Might we but stroll at will through yon wild dell

Mighty Man of Valour

Mighty, majestic sea! bursting first upon the view

Mild be the aspect of thy ruling power

Miles don't matter

Miller, miller, mooter-poke

Millions of men in murderous toil half bent

Milner! Though twenty years our friendly hands

Milner! through twenty years our friendly hands

Mine eyes are dark, and yet I am not blind!

Minis, Minis go so fast

Misery our cup hath filled

Miss blows the whistle, toot, toot

Miss Peabody took a look outside

Mist creeps over the moor

Mist the mind over

Mist-fall, leaf-fall, the plane trees flare

M--------N, you can drink nought better than the good gift of the grape

Modest flower of lowly name

Modest little buttercup, bloom away

Mohammed had a kitten

Mohammed! Mohammed! Come forth of thy slumbers

Mon, tha howds deawn thi yead loike a thief

Monarchs come, and monarchs go

Monday

Monday is eaur weshin' day

Money talks

Monkeys swing

Monochrome images flickered on TV

Monster cooling towers stand guard

Mony a kindly heart aw've known, i' mi time

Mony a kindly heart i've known

Mony a toime aw've stood an' listen'd

Mony things are gradely

Mooast gaumless lad aw ever knew

Moonbeams drift through leaf-bare trees

Moon's a mandarin

More love I and revere thee every day

More pure is she than blackthorn foam

More than a hundred strong today

More than a hundred years ago

More than blind chance directed our first meeting

Morn unfolding gates of gold

Morning sparkles in the bay

Mortal! attend! for, ere we part

Mortal! my moments are quickly fleeting

Mortals that behold a woman

Most mild, though dim, comes February in

Most miners have great beauty

Most mocked of all by those who take thy name

Most mystical, most wonderful of flowers!

Most noble grand, and past grandmasters too

Most of her days

most of us still stuck to the rules, the left side of the road

Most reverend sir, I pray permit

Most strip now well in youth

Most towns of which this district's full

Most weekends, starting in the spring

Mostly the butchery occurred elsewhere

Mother divine of Christ! My strenght is spent

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