Text by John Hartley (1839–1915), from *Yorkshire Lyrics* (published by W. Nicholson & Sons, Wakefield, late 19th c.). Poem: "To a Roadside Flower" (in West Riding Yorkshire dialect). --- [Intro – Instrumental] [Verse 1] Tha bonny little pooasy! aw'm inclined To tak thee wi' me But yet aw think if tha could spaik thi mind, Tha'd ne'er forgie me; For i' mi jacket button-noil tha'd quickly dee, An life is short enuff, booath for mi-sen an thee. [Verse 2] Here, if aw leeav thee bi th' rooadside to flourish, Whear scoors may pass thee; Some heart 'at has few other joys to cherish May stop an bless thee: Then bloom, mi little pooasy! Tha'rt a beauty! Sent here to bless: Smile on—tha does thi duty. [Verse 3] Aw wod'nt rob another of a joy Sich as tha's gien me; For aw felt varry sad, mi little doy Until aw'd seen thee. An may each passin, careworn, lowly brother, Feel cheered like me, an leeav thee for another. [Instrumental Break] [Outro – Spoken Word, soft with reverb] To a roadside flower... tha does thi duty.