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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W e are the men of Arnhem

W olf's snapping

Waa! Waa! Waa! Goes my brother

Wading up a trout stream on a summer day

Wagtails, wagtails, bobtails all

Wail for me passionate violins, and strains

Wait

Waiting-Dawn for noontide

Wake up! Wake up!

Walk with me Love, beside the river

Walk, O my thoughts, down these green aisles

Walking along the seafront

Walking and walking through the frost of the morning

Walking in the silent wind

Wanderer through the silent sky

Waning fast is now the day

War

War no longer wields its sway

War time experiences of a number of Ribble Valley and

Warble forth your songs of praise

Warm feeling inside though outside it's cold

Warm was the day on high Fox-Cloud

Warm your feet at the sunset

Warm, cute, very soft

Was it like this? That brilliant starry lights

Was summer, the year that the ladybird plague

Was thy name in water wrtitten

Was ye not sadly frightened, honest Harry

Wasted, worrying time

Watch a wheel upon the road

Watch 'im goo, you gradely prancer

Watch the snow fall round and round

Watching by the river

Watching the video last night was good

Watching the winter twilight fall

Watchman! What of the night?

Watchman, what of the Night?

Water is clean

Waterlow Park in London City

Wave and wind and willow-trees

Way back during the English Reformation

Way down in the deep blue sea

We all know that it is fixed

We always meet him in the open air

We are brethren, every one

We are journeying on past the milestones

We are near to the halting

We are not dumb

We are the latest heirs of time

We are the men

We are the men of Arnhem

We are the young loves

We are to character the Potter's wheel

We are two of the old Preston mashers

We ask no grace; we do not mount our play

We bid goodbye, and watched him go

We boast of British heroes brave

We boast of English liberty

We bore the Messiah and hymns, Friday night

We called at Dacre Vic'rage

We called him 'Toby', from a tiny pup

We came in by the Sheep Gate called St. Stephen's

We cannot grow younger by waiting

We cannot look before us and behind

We climbed the rocky heights to-day

We close them carelessly and lay them by

We decided to have a good clear out

We die - I know no more - I cannot tell

We don't much care for Christmas joy, this year

We enjoy a good wedding, Doris and me

We fall to the earth like leaves

We fancied British Open

We fancied following trend this Christmas

We felt that charm the story yields, when first

We go to church each sunday

We han some funny folk i' Cotton Fowd

We have come to ask for assistance

We have her, we have her

We have just returned from Ireland 'tis the gem of all the world

We have met and we have parted

We have met-thou art gone!

We have quarrelled before, and parted. But

We have schoolboys been together

We knew that there was more beneath

We knew their worth by name

We know a little lad

We know not yet what life shall be

We laid our much-loved Edwin low

We live in the town of Great Harwood

We lived in our loved Bohemia

We look up from the quiet plain

We lose the wild fertility of things

We make such a fuss

We may have run the race of life

We meet at the home of our fathers no more

We meet each other in glass

We met but once, and parted then for ever

We met, as only two can meet

We met, it was at a gay watering place

We mortals survive by a daily reprieving

We need a classroom caretaker

We need not search the scrolls of time

We needs must speak the truth

We never own an old house

We never really ever die

We nobbut stopped a minute theer

We o' han' cherished things do deawt

We o' han' cherished things no doubt

We o' han' cherished things, ne deawt

We often sit at evening time

We o'han cherished things no doubt

We once were three, but Death has been

We pass each other daily in the street

We planted primulas this afternoon

We played by steam and hedgerow

We plough the fields, we sow the grain

We pray and God answers, but seldom in the way

We read in the papers

We read o'er quare things oft i' books

We read, in histories old, of 'Golden Calves'

We rebuilt are childhood, leaf by leaf

We sat in the darkened room, arms around each other

We sat in the kitchen, four of us

We saw the Starlight Express

We say a simple 'thank you' for a little piece of bread

We shall arrive, we shall win through

We shall awlus mek thee welcome

We shall lack nothing in it, we shall find

We shall meet again beloved

We shall meet beyond the river

We should not in life make a bend in the roadway

We sing in praise of football

We sing of the heroes of peace

We speak with bated breath

We started our flight at Gatwick

We stood amidst the golden corn

We strolled beside the margin of the sea

We summon you, Sir, to appear

We thank you Heavenly Father, for things You've given to us

We thought she was our own for yet awhile

We thought we might try this bowling thing

We took the gently curving path

We travel life's journey together

We twa hae paddl't in the burn

We twine our Christmas wreaths

We used t' play a game, as drove fowk reawnd the bend

We waken early to see anotehr day of true heat

We walked one summer eve - my wife and I

We walked within the withered park

We went away last weekend

We were a close-knit group of girls

We were around during the war years

We were at stand P on the Boulevard

We were but poor young people

We were fans of Billy Shankly in the thirties

We were so happy then

We were up early Sunday morning

We will not know their future, those who died

We wish you could see our photo

We wish-and our wish is a prayer

We would play in the soft glow of autumn

We`'ll march to the front, lads

Wealth and fashion once adorned this chuch

Wearied in foot, and hand, and heart, and brain

Wearily pondering over the past

Wearily, drearily, lonely and sad

Wears a shirt and a tie

Weary and sad, I called him best who holds

Weary brothers, bravely toiling

Weary in sorrow, the Old Year is dying

Weary of life and friendless?

Weather, weather is just like a feather

Weather, weather is so nice

Wed chaps, t'wife sey, should spend ther brass

We'd had this invitation

We'd much rather visit a happier scene

Wedlock's a strange and curious thing

Wednesday looks like th' longest day

Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins

Wee Wonder Baby, 'ere you go sleeping

Weeds, weeds, weeds, weeds

Weel met, weel met, owd crony

Wee'n geet a cuboard under stairs

Weep not for them who weep

Weep not! nay, this I dare not say

Weep now no more

Weep on! weep on! a People's tears due

Weird silence round the Earth her robe had wound

Welcome here, ye band of brothers!

Welcome hither, little bird

Welcome May, the month of flowers

Welcome! Ay! Yes, ah'll say t'agen

Welcome! blossom fair!

Welcome! pretty little snowdrop

Welcome! Welcome! Christmas, welcome!

Welcome! welcome! merry Christmas

Welcome! Ye worshippers of that sweet power

Welcome, May-Day! With its brightness

Welcome, morning! for the night hath been

Welcome, my friends, and comrades dear!

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